elialys:

Alright, it’s update time! And to make up for the wait, this chapter is huge, and definitely not for children. I actually had this entire part in my head since October, so it was nice to finally let it out xD

Thank you to all my fellow O² crack!shippers for the love you’ve been giving this story so far, it means so much :’) Enjoy the smut, you deserved it :p

Oh, and this is unbetaed and I still don’t know what I’m doing but that’s okay xD

(Previous parts: ONE - TWO - THREE - FOUR)

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Mirror, Mirror On the Wall (5/?)

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“I’m fucking tired of your self-righteousness,” Liv almost growled in a low whisper, her second hand coming up to rest just as firmly on the fridge on the other side of Olivia’s head. “You and I both know you’re not exactly as white as snow, here.”

White as snow, Olivia was certainly not. Nor would she want to be at that instant, the last few weeks of bottled up frustration emerging incredibly fast as she felt her body so close to hers and yet refused to yield so hastily. And just like she had imagined, she knew Liv could now read it all on her face, see it all in her eyes.

She could see how raw and eager she had left her, how much she hated her for it, how much she craved for more.

Once again, they seemed to mirror each other perfectly.

In that suspended instant, a lot was being said without any word needing to be shared out loud. There was a battle of the minds and bodies happening, there, both acutely aware of the sizzling tension that surrounded them, as if the air had become utterly charged with static electricity. Olivia still held onto her need to resist, while Liv’s pride acted like a barrier, obviously highly disliking to be treated that way when she had already put herself in a weak position by displaying her puzzling distress.

There was a constant game going on between them, a never ending competition, and right now, Liv might have the upper hand, physically speaking, having entrapped her that way against the fridge, but psychologically, Olivia thought she might actually win that round, for once.

She wasn’t the one who still had tears glistening on her cheeks.

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