Oh Ollie

by Bremol

Summary:

Loretta shows up at the Arconia to see Oliver to discuss his phone call. Just how do things go for the two?

Notes:

I started this just after Oliver's phone call to Loretta that didn't go quite as planned. I did let some of what happened in the following episodes influence some of the things mentioned in this but not very much.

If you haven't seen season 4 yet, I suggest not reading because there are a few sort of spoilers, though sort of.

 

 

 

 

Lorretta was fed up with being wrapped up in gauze and lying in a bed moaning.  She rolled her eyes.  If she was going to be lying in a bed moaning, Oliver better be in the bed with her making her moan.  She covered her cheeks with her hands, feeling them heat with her thoughts.

Picking up her phone, she dialed Oliver’s number.  They needed to talk about what he’d said when he called last.  She needed to explain that she hadn’t been dismissing his declaration, it was just simply that she couldn’t talk.  She shook her head and stopped herself from hitting the call button.  She had a better idea.  Her double could do these hospital scenes since no one could tell who it was wrapped up in all those gauze.  She was taking a break and flying to New York. 

Calling the show’s producer, she got the go ahead for the switch, then called and made flight reservations.  Pulling out her small suitcase, she started packing, making sure to pack just the right outfits.  As she packed, the things Oliver said to her started playing in her mind.  Her heart began to race at the thoughts of him proposing to her, but then she frowned as she picked out the shoes to go with the outfits she’d already put in her suitcase.  Changing into something that wasn’t too overly hot, but would keep her warm when she arrived in New York City, she sighed as she slipped her feet into black booties then reached into the closet for her lined trench coat. 

Studying herself in the mirror, she fussed with her hair, deciding to braid it so that it would be easier to put her hat on when she stepped out into the cool air of her former home.  Blowing her bangs out of her eyes, she sighed.  She was a mess, but she didn’t care.  She had a plane to catch and a man to see.

 

~*~

 

Oliver’s mind just couldn’t concentrate on the case so he’d given up and was sitting in his apartment staring at the picture of Loretta that she’d sent him from the first professional photos she’d had taken after she moved to L.A.  He rubbed his chest over his heart, feeling as though he was having another heart attack, knowing that it was simply just his heart breaking.

He’d fallen in love so deeply in just the few months that he’d known Loretta, that the thought of her only playing at loving him made him wish he hadn’t survived the heart attack.  Sitting down in his favorite chair, he picked up his phone and opened the text he’d been typing out, rubbing his chest again when the ache deepened as he read the words on the screen.  Breaking up with her in a text was the coward’s way, but talking to her would only…his thought was cut off by the ringing of his door bell.

He sighed, knowing that he’d be sending whoever it was away.  Of course, seeing who was on the other side had him questioning his sanity.  “Loretta?”

Loretta blinked in surprise at the sight of Oliver…he looked terrible.  “Oliver?  Are you okay?” she asked as she moved passed him into the foyer, parking her suitcase to the side then closing the door.  Turning back to him, she cupped his face.  “Oliver, tell me.  Are you okay?  You don’t look well.”  Her eyes widened as she let a hand drift down to his chest over his heart.  “Is it your heart again?  Do I need to call someone for help?”

Oliver pulled away, turned and made his way back to the living room.  “What are you doing here?  I thought…well, it doesn’t matter what I thought.  Why are you here?”

Loretta frowned.  “Oliver, I’m here because we need to talk about what you said…what happened when you called.”

“Forget what I said.  You know me, always rambling.”

Her frown deepening, Loretta followed him.  “So you weren’t going to propose to me in L.A.?”

Oliver shrugged.  “What does it matter now?  You obviously don’t care about me like I do you.  Your grunted reply to what I said…” he rubbed his chest again.  “It doesn’t matter, Loretta.  I’m sorry you made the trip.  I’ll cover the expense.”

Loretta covered her mouth to keep the sob building in her chest from escaping.  He thought…oh dear god, it was worse that she’d thought it might be.  His heart had been broken…completely.  “Oliver, look at me,” she finally managed.

Oliver ignored her and moved to stare out the windows, his fingers still rubbing his chest over his heart.  “Why are you still here?  You made it quite clear what you think of…”

Loretta cut him off, her words spilling out in a hurried rush.  “I couldn’t talk, Oliver.  I was wrapped up in gauze.  I knew I needed to explain, that’s why I’m here.  Please, Oliver.  I love you.  I think I fell in that moment between us at the piano.”  Loretta moved behind him and wrapped her arms around him.  She felt him stiffen and was afraid he would pull away, but he stayed and finally relaxed against her.  “Please believe me.  Please,” she whispered.

“I’ve never loved like this before, Loretta.  I fell for you harder than I’ve ever fell.  It was that day at the piano for me too.  Well, that was the start of it.  When I really fell was the day you sang the lullaby.  I’ve been hurt in the past,” he paused and shook his head.  “I can’t go through that again, Loretta.”

Moving so that she was between him and the window, Loretta cupped his cheek with one hand, the other resting over his where it rubbed over his heart.  “You won’t have to.  I’m yours.”

Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her closer.  “When you rang the door bell, I was staring at a text I’d typed up to send to you to break up with you because I just couldn’t bear the thoughts of doing so in person.”

“And now?”

Caressing her face, Oliver studied her, looked for something in her eyes and found it.  “Now I’ll have to erase all of my eloquence.”

Loretta laughed and wrapped her arms around him.  “Oh, Ollie!”

Oliver felt the pain in his chest lighten, felt his broken heart mending.  He also felt something else as he stood holding her warm body next to his.  “How long are you staying?”

“I’ve taken two weeks.  My character is going to be wrapped up in gauze for a least a month so I don’t see a reason for me to be there the whole time when I have a double that is perfectly capable.”

Staring down at her, Oliver took her in as his hands moved up to undo the braids in her hair.  Feeling a thrill when he combed his fingers through the silken tresses, he gently cupped the back of her head and pulled her so close that their breaths mingled.  “Two weeks that I’ll have you to myself with no work interruptions or over a thousand miles between us,” he whispered.

Loretta stared into his green eyes and saw the lingering sadness of the heart break he’d suffered.  She also saw exhaustion.  “Ollie, how long has it been since you slept more than just a couple of hours?  I can see how tired you are.”

Oliver let his forehead bump against hers with a sigh.  “Since the phone call,” he admitted.  “It’s been more like an hour here or there.”

Loretta felt her eyes pool with tears.  “Darling,” she whispered as she moved out of his arms and held out her hand.  “Come on.  Let’s take a nap.  There will be time for everything else later.  Right now, you need to sleep.”

Oliver took her hand and let her lead him to his bedroom.  As she undressed him, he raised an eyebrow when she lifted the covers on his bed and motioned for him to get in.  “No pjs?”

Shaking her head, she gave him a small smile.  “Just you and me.”

Settling against his pillows, Oliver shook his head with a smile when she tucked him in.  His eyes followed her as she moved around the bed, watching with admiration as she slowly removed her clothes.

Loretta climbed into bed and settled against Oliver, her head on his chest, a hand over his heart, and a leg curled around his thighs.  “Rest now, Ollie.”

“Well now how am I supposed to do that with you curled around me?” he huffed as he wrapped his arm around her, his fingers playing with the soft tresses curled down her back.

Loretta chuckled then hummed, loving the feel of his fingers combing through her hair.  “You know you’re too tired.  We’ll rest and then,” she shrugged and tilted her head back and gave him a little smirk.  “And then…”

Oliver tapped her nose then pressed a kiss to her forehead.  “And then…” he repeated as she settled back into her spot.  His heart beat calmed as his eyes closed and he let sleep claim him.

 

~*~

 

The ping of his phone woke him, and Oliver blinked, confused for a moment before remembering why he was in bed.  Smoothing his hand softly over Loretta’s shoulder, he carefully moved to pick up his phone and squinted against the brightness for a moment before opening the text to read all of what Charles was telling him.  He hummed at the breakthrough Charles and Mabel had, but didn’t reply.  He didn’t care that Charles would know that he read it, he had more important things going on.  He grinned as he looked down at Loretta’s head resting on his chest.  Most definitely more important.

Gently easing Loretta from his chest to her pillow, he smiled as she hummed and settled more comfortably.  She was beautiful and, amazing though it was, she was all his.  How he’d gotten so lucky to have such a woman in love with him, he wasn’t sure.  Oliver Putnam was never lucky when it came to women and love.  His wife, the woman he’d married because he thought she loved him, had betrayed him with a friend…and again with the love child of that affair.  His heart still hurt over that lie, but his son was amazing and didn’t care about the biology of it all.  Shaking his head from those dreary thoughts, he pressed a gentle kiss to Loretta’s hair then carefully stood up from the bed and made his way to the bathroom to freshen up for his lady love.

Loretta blinked against the light, wondering what time it was.  Lifting her head, she stared at the clock.  Midnight?  They’d slept that long?  Sighing as she let her head fall back to the pillow, she turned her head to see if Oliver was still asleep and realized she was alone.  Frowning, she wondered where Oliver was until she saw the light spilling out from under the bathroom door.  Then the noise she’d been hearing in the background finally registered.  The shower?  He was taking a shower at midnight?  Shaking her head, she rolled over and climbed out of bed to find her phone.  It was in her jeans pocket…just where her jeans were was the question.  She laughed when she found them with one leg draped over the back of a chair in the corner of the room.  Why she’d tossed them there when she undressed, she had no idea. 

Oliver returned to the bedroom and found Loretta rolling her eyes at a text she was reading.  “Something wrong, Baby?”

Loretta shivered at the way he said Baby.  How was it a name that she would once have found very annoying, was now her favorite endearment?  The answer she came up with was, Ollie.  He seemed to be the answer to a lot of the questions she had lately.  “Oh, just a text from the director of my show.  They’ve decided my character isn’t going to make it.  And he also says they’re going to move the shooting location to New Zealand.”

“They’re writing you out?”  Oliver asked as he laid down beside her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.  “New Zealand?  That’s an odd decision.  Just as odd as writing your character out without much notice.”

“I’ve learned that’s Hollywood.  I miss Broadway.”

“You do?  But the glamour, the glitz, the parties, the…”

Loretta put her finger on his lips to stop him.  “I don’t care about any of that nonsense, you know that.  I went to the parties because I was told to.  I would rather have been at home talking to you.”

Oliver smiled down at her and kissed her nose.  “I would have liked that,” he whispered then rolled his eyes at himself.  “It would have kept me from going crazy.  Crazy enough to create a fake Instagram.”

“Fake Insta…oh Ollie.  That wasn’t you,” she said, looking at him in disbelief.

“It was,” he admitted, his face flushed with his embarrassment, his eyes showing how ashamed he was of himself.

Nuzzling his neck, Loretta pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw.  “Ollie, I’m put out with you for that, but I can sort of understand it.  We weren’t in touch as much as either of us had planned on being and we hadn’t seen each other in months.  It’s alright, Darling.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really, but…you have to delete that Instagram account.”

“Already done.  I did that before hoping into the shower.”

“Speaking of…why were you taking a shower at midnight?”

“I hadn’t showered in a while and, well…” he trailed off, the tips of his ears tingeing pink.

She grinned as she moved to put her phone on the nightstand then shoved the covers aside and gave Oliver a look that told him exactly what she wanted.  “Off with that,” she pointed at his robe.  “And anything else that’s under there.”

Oliver laughed as he stood up and gave her his own look as he pulled at the tie of his robe and grinned when she took him in as he let the garment fall to the floor.  “Of course there’s nothing underneath.  Why would I have put anything else on when I took the shower for you?” he gave her his best put out look before laughing at her crooked finger telling him to come back to bed.

Loretta shook her head at him and pointed to his side of the bed.  Waiting for him to settle how she wanted him, she nodded then stood up.  “Stay there.  I’ll be right back,” she told him as she rushed off to the bathroom, she had some freshening up to do herself.

Oliver laughed as he watched her.  “Tease!” he yelled after her.  He heard her garbled reply and laughed.  He loved this side of her.  He loved that they could be silly and sexy together at the same time.  Watching her come back to the bed, he looked her up and down.  “I love that you’re so free with me, that you don’t cover yourself up when we’re not in bed.”

Loretta gave him a look as she sat down on his lap, a leg on each side of his thighs.  “Mister Putnam, are you trying to butter me up?”

“Not at all.  It’s the truth.  I really do love how free you are.  That’s something I never had with my wife.”

“Oh Darling,” she caressed the hair from his forehead.  “I’ve never had what we have, either.  You love me so much that you give me the confidence to be this free.”  She settled further against him.  “Now,” she started.  “I took my inspiration for this position from where my jeans landed earlier.  I don’t remember tossing them so hard when I took them off, but…” she pointed to the chair.  “I guess I did.”

Oliver looked to where she pointed, burst out laughing and grabbed her hips, pulling her closer so that he could nibble her ear.  “Is that a sign of what I’ve got to look forward to, Baby?”

Loretta balanced herself with her hands on his shoulders and tilted her neck to give him better access.  “Ooh, Ollie…just there…mmm…yesss…” she drew out the last syllable of the yes so that it sounded like she was hissing.  Her lover was very good with his mouth, no matter where he was using it.

Oliver loved the taste of her.  He’d never found himself loving the taste of any other lover he’d had and he marveled once again at how different it all was with Loretta.  He was learning that love, when it was real, changed so many things.  Moving his kiss to her mouth, he covered her lips, humming when she opened them to him so that the kiss could deepen.

Loretta let her forehead bump against Oliver’s shoulder when they broke from the kiss.  She loved the taste of him and was amazed at herself for the thought.  She’d never loved the taste of someone before, but whether it was his mouth or his skin, she never seemed to get enough.  “Ollie,” she breathed, shivering when he cupped her breast, his thumb tracing around the nipple.  She hummed when his hands began to explore her, touching and teasing in all the right spots.

Oliver resituated them so that Loretta’s legs didn’t go to sleep from the way she was sitting.  He rather liked having her in his lap, her legs wrapped around him.  He could touch all of her this way.  He grinned as he moved his hands to cup her buttocks, oh so tempting when they were covered in a tight pair of jeans.  He heard her giggle then moan when he kneaded the firm flesh.  “You have a very tempting ass, Baby.”

Loretta laughed.  “Ollie!”

“You do!  It’s very hard to control myself and be a gentleman instead of reaching out and caressing your ass every time you walk by.  Especially when you wear those tight fitting jeans.”

Shaking her head, Loretta tangled her fingers in his hair then traced his lips with the finger of her free hand.  “I don’t want to talk anymore, Ollie,” she breathed.  “We’ve been apart for too long,” she whispered against his lips.

Oliver wrapped his arms around her, a hand splayed against the small of her back gently pushing her closer as the kiss deepened.  Just before breaking the kiss, he moved her in just the right way so that he could join their bodies, swallowing her gasp before moving back to look at her.  He loved the look on her face in this moment.  It had been there the first time they made love, and it was there every time afterward.

Lorretta opened her eyes to find Oliver watching her.  “What is it?” she whispered, her fingers combing through his mussed hair.

“Just the look on your face.  It’s the same every time.”

“Ollie?”

Caressing his thumb across her cheek bone, Oliver smiled tenderly at her.  “I saw the look the first time we made love.  That moment when I,” he trailed off, a bit embarrassed to say the next words.  “The moment when I…”

“Oh.”  Lorretta murmured her cheeks heating.

“I watched again the second time, thinking that it was just because it was the first time, but it was there again.  And it’s been there every time.  I’m just,” he sighed as cupped her cheek.  “I’m just so very honored, Baby, that’s all.”

Feeling tears on her cheeks, Lorretta titled her face into his hand.  “It’s because every time when you,” she paused and bit her lip, struggling as much as Oliver to say the words.  “Every time you join your body to mine, I’m awed that it’s me that you’ve chosen to make love to.  I’ve always been nothing, Ollie.  Invisible, a quiet little mousy woman that men liked to take advantage of.  You’re the first man I’ve felt safe with, that I’ve felt my heart opening up to.”

Oliver held her gaze as his hands gently caressed over her, pausing at first one breast then the other, to tease and tantalize, a smile on his face when her breath caught.  There was that overwhelming need to taste her again.  Over and over, his mouth found new spots to taste, to tease.

Lorretta moved slowly against Oliver in response to his mouth tasting every inch of her skin he could reach.  Her fingers tangled in his hair, gripping the soft strands when he moved back to her breasts, taking a taut peak into his mouth.

Oliver nipped gently at her breast before looking up at her, his hands moving to cup her face.  “I love you,”  he told her before tucking her hair behind her ears.  He took a deep breath then whispered, “Will you marry me, Lorretta?”

Eyes filling with tears, Loretta couldn’t find her voice to say yes so she nodded her head then wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his neck.

Oliver felt her shudder as he held her.  “Baby?  What is it?” he asked in a low, gentle, voice.

“You,” she managed as she tried to calm her tears enough to speak.

“Me?”  Oliver asked, confusion making his voice a bit higher than usual.

Lorretta leaned back and looked at him.  “Yes…you.  You see me, Ollie.  You always have.”  Cupping his cheek, she pressed her mouth to his, smiling against his lips when he hummed then gently nipped at her.

Oliver pulled back and stared at her.  “So, yes, then?”

Lorretta laughed and hugged him.  “Oh Ollie!”