You're rushing through my mind, I wanna feel the high Who: Olivia and Maizie Where: The Oval Office, the LBJ What: Left to their own devices When: Backdated to 11/8/18, the night of the ball
'Cause we got all night And we're going nowhere Why don't you stay? Why don't we go there?
"Looks like so far they're okay." Olivia set her phone down after the last message from the LBJ's ball-attendees and looked over at Maizie. It was only an hour or so after the two of them had sent the women off, but logic and contact had done nothing to alleviate the anxiety. Not when the Capitol had been responsible for so much over the last few months. What would happen if they lost Savannah, Babs, and Jadyn in one fell swoop? Olivia wasn't sure it was a very good plan.
It didn't help, too, that they hadn't heard from the expedition since the day before. This was her lot in life now, apparently, sitting at home and waiting for people to tell her they were still alive. It sucked being on the other end of it.
At least she wasn't alone, though, and that in itself was a huge bright spot in the clouds or whatever. She reached out to take Maizie's hand. "What do you want to do tonight?"
Maizie was still frowning at her phone, rereading the last set of texts they’d received, when Liv spoke. A vague sense of foreboding had been following her ever since the Capitol’s errand boy had delivered the invitations to tonight’s event. ‘A celebration of the full frost moon.’ Right. More like, ‘a celebration of rubbing your faces in our luxury as you watch us gloat over recent arrests’. Guess that didn’t sound as catchy.
“What?” she asked, looking up and then immediately down at where their hands were clasped. When had that happened? The question finally sank in. “Oh. I dunno. We could play a board game? Or something? Anything’s fine.”
Turning off the screen, she, too, set her phone aside. If only she could set aside these worries as easily. The adults insisted everything would be fine, but how could they be sure? This party was the perfect cover to make three of the most important people from the LBJ quietly disappear, to throw them into La Quinta with the Hellhounds’ officers and then claim not to have any idea where they could have gone. And Savannah and the others were walking willingly into the lion’s den.
Maizie realized, suddenly, that she’d drifted into silence again and had missed Liv's response. “Sorry.” She grimaced slightly, meeting Liv’s eyes. “Clearly I need a distraction. Got one for me?”
"Well, I'd said maybe a board game," Olivia repeated, all too aware that the last time they'd even thought of trying one out she'd thrown a fit and Maizie had left the Oval Office to cool down and get some space between them. She shot Maizie a small smile but didn't address the incident out loud, hoping the suggestion itself would be apology enough. "Or cards."
The games were kept on a cabinet against the back wall of the Oval Office, but Olivia didn't make any attempt to get up and get them quite yet. Not when Maizie was clearly preoccupied by her worry. Sure, playing a game was intended to fix that, but was that really what she'd want to do? Olivia cleared her throat quietly, wondering how best to phrase things -- she'd never initiated anything like this before, after all. It was always Maizie starting the sharing session, either by asking Olivia outright for hers or volunteering her own. She figured it was the least she could do to return the favor. "Or we can talk about whatever's bugging you?"
Maizie shrugged and made a move to reach for her phone again before stopping herself short. It would buzz if there was another text. “Oh, you know, just this stupid ball thing.” She had every intention of leaving it at that, but apparently she still had more thoughts on the matter than she’d realized because the rest came tumbling out after only a moment’s hesitation.
“I hate that they all just went, like it’s not even a thing. Like it’s not dangerous that they’re about to spend the night in the company of the people who murdered Dad. And then they’re just like, ‘Don’t worry’? And, ‘nothing is going to happen’? I wish I could be half as sure.” Her stomach was hurting, probably from the worry, and Maizie pressed her hand against it, as if that would help. She shot Liv a grim, but apologetic smile. It wasn’t like this was the first time they’d talked about her worries, and she hated to keep harping on the subject. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to bring down the mood of the room.”
"Hey, it's okay." The mood of the room, so to speak, was pretty down in general these days, anyway, despite the two birthdays they'd commemorated and the holiday that was just around the corner. Olivia was starting to get used to it, which was kind of a downer in itself. She sighed, her gaze dropping down to their clasped hands. "Is talking about it helping? Because you're right, it doesn't make sense that they're being so chill about it. I mean, maybe they're more worried than they're letting on, or they don't want us to worry, but don't you think they should know by now that we'd -- that people would be worrying?"
She hadn't meant to just go on a barrage of words, though, offers to talk or not. Olivia squeezed Maizie's hand, cutting herself off then, and glanced back over at Maizie. She hated not having a ready-made solution for Maizie's worrying. "Sorry. I can go one question at a time. But like, also it's actually not helping to talk, is there something else I can do? Or I can leave you alone for a little while, maybe even read a book or something." Big emphasis on the maybe part of that suggestion.
“No, don't leave me alone,” she answered immediately, tightening her grip on Liv’s hand. Normally even the merest suggestion that Olivia might read a book would have had Maizie rattling off suggestions before you could say Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, but not tonight. “I'd rather play the world’s gloomiest round of Scattergories than just sit here by myself.” She laughed, once, the sound weirdly hollow to her ears. “Ok, maybe not Scattergories. Too slow. But we could try a fast-paced card game, like Spit or something. Talking is good, and it does help, but I'd really like to just do something for a little bit.”
"Sure. We can do that." Olivia reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind Maizie's ear and smiled, aiming for reassuring and hoping she'd succeeded. Maizie returned the smile, without any hesitation. "It's the least I can do." There was another unspoken sentence that hung in the air between them: You know, after I've been such a bitch to you guys.
Discussing emotions and stuff wasn't Olivia’s strong point, and Maizie really appreciated that it was something her friend was willing to do with her anyway. She fell silent for a moment, struck by gratitude and something she couldn't quite put a name to, a sudden rush of affection for Liv. On an impulse, she reached out to brush her fingertips along the length of Liv’s arm, from the shoulder down to where their hands were clasped. “I'm glad it's not just me overreacting, though,” Maizie said, voice softer. “It helps to hear you say you've been thinking the same things.”
Olivia's eyes had dropped down to watch Maizie trace an invisible path along her skin. For a moment she said nothing, focusing instead on the contact, small as it was. Despite living together ever since she'd come home from the hospital, even sharing the same bed, she'd been skittish at the thought of any contact that went further than holding hands. She'd never for one moment thought that Maizie would put her hands on her to cause pain, but there'd been the bruises to think of and a lingering nervousness nonetheless. Now, though, she felt very aware of the fact that they'd been given full run of the Oval Office again.
"Of course I have been. Why do you think I set up the text group?" Somehow, though, the death prom was now the last thing on her mind. Olivia considered her options for a moment and purposefully took a deep breath, testing the way her sides felt, before she leaned in to press her lips to Maizie's forehead. Her voice lowered and she stayed close. "I won't leave you alone, okay?"
It was a small gesture, but Maizie could still feel the light touch of Liv’s lips on her skin afterward, and she resisted the urge to close her eyes and savor it. Letting the air out her lungs in a slow, careful exhale, she gave the barest nod, hardly moving at all for fear that Olivia would draw away, and said, “Okay. I won't leave you alone either.” Liv hadn't asked, but it seemed to bear mentioning.
Being so close to one another and knowing that they were in this together no matter what happened didn't make all her worries immediately disappear, but it did ease them. And ok, it also made her think about kissing Liv -- of course that was where her thoughts went, with her mouth right there. So Maizie did, sort of, turning her head just enough to brush her lips to Liv’s cheek, back near her ear. It was the kind of careful gesture that they had both grown used to: stealing bits and pieces of time together and feeling ever-aware that at any moment, Savannah could come back into the Oval Office or come over to the side that they'd made theirs. Tonight, though, could be different.
Olivia drew back, biting her lip unconsciously as she studied Maizie's face. "Do you --" It was suddenly hard to breathe; her heartbeat seemed awfully loud, and she wondered fleetingly if Maizie could hear it too. And were her intentions visible on her face? Olivia couldn't imagine that they weren't. "I mean, we could also make out?" She smiled then, almost embarrassed, and added, "If you wanted to."
Maizie couldn’t help the soft giggle that escaped her. Liv looked so worried, and here she was suggesting something that she had to know Maizie would never turn down. Rather than prolonging the moment, she simply nodded instead of answering and leaned in to bring their lips together. Ever since that first kiss on the ferris wheel, she’d known that the two of them were meant to be like this -- meant for each other, maybe, as dumb as that might sound. They fit so well, though, that sometimes it seemed that way.
Without breaking the kiss, she moved closer, eliminating the remaining space between them, and slid a hand through Liv’s hair to rest at the back of her neck. A heady thought occurred to Maizie, probably the product of the giddiness racing through her, but … they didn’t have to stop at making out, really. With the whole night ahead of them, well, anything could happen. But Liv didn’t -- was that something she was thinking about too? Maizie asked her, wordlessly, setting her other hand on Olivia’s hip, fingers slipping just underneath the edge of her t-shirt to brush against bare skin.
Olivia's eyes fluttered shut as she gasped against Maizie's lips, surprised and emboldened by the light touch. It was enough encouragement for her to feel comfortable leaning in even closer, turning and shifting to carefully kneel over her, straddling one of Maizie's legs. Somehow, despite the fact that the only contact they had now was the kiss and Maizie's hand in her hair, this felt more intimate than all the nights they'd spent sleeping next to each other over the last three months. She settled her arms around Maizie's neck and pulled away to catch her breath. Confused about why they had stopped, Maizie blinked at Liv, eyes darting down to her mouth and then back up again.
"This okay?" Olivia murmured, though she was pretty sure she knew the answer to that already. Besides, she kind of thought she'd like hearing Maizie tell her yes.
Maizie’s cheeks were a little warm, flushed pink from their activity, and her heart was still racing, even though Liv had pulled back. It felt like the fact that she was totally into this had to be super apparent, but if Liv wanted reassurance, then that’s what she would get.
“Yes. Better than okay. You could even say it feels like flying,” Maizie teased. She was never going to live that comment down, if the way that Olivia immediately laughed was any indicator of her persistent amusement, so she might as well embrace it. Her free hand slipped beneath the edge of Liv’s t-shirt again, skimming around until it could press flat against her back. The skin was smooth and warm under her palm, and Maizie stroked her thumb over the slight ridge of Olivia’s spine. It was kind of exhilarating to be able to touch her so openly, to suddenly have access to this new way of conveying her affection. Maizie wanted to explore it further. Tilting her face toward Liv expectantly, she added, “Let's take another spin.”
"You think you can handle it?" Olivia was smiling, her voice still pitched low, despite the fact that there was no one to overhear. Even if they'd had company in the Oval Office, though, she didn't think she'd notice. All she could manage to focus on was this girl underneath her and how something as simple as Maizie's fingertips on her back was causing her breath to hitch and her face flush.
Maizie scoffed lightly, amused by the challenge in Liv’s reply. “Totally,” she said, half smirking at the cheesy bravado in her own words.
She tilted her head down for another kiss, her eyes closing again as she allowed herself to savor the way Maizie's lips felt against hers. Olivia couldn't lose herself in the moment entirely, though; there was a part of her that was still preoccupied with working around that damned cast on her ankle. She wanted to get closer, to sit instead of kneel, but shifting around Maizie seemed like too much trouble just then, too time intensive when all she wanted was more of everything. So Olivia broke the kiss again, frustrated, and pushed down on Maizie's shoulders.
"Lie down," she whispered, leaning forward as Maizie moved back. Olivia's hands found space on either side of her and she shifted, her right leg up in the air as she carefully lowered herself down, but as soon as she settled onto her she wondered if she was going too fast. "Sorry," she said quickly, although the last thing she wanted with them pressed against each other like this was to keep talking. "I just -- I hate this, you know? I mean, not this, like the kissing thing and the me being on top of you thing -- This is still okay, right?"
Lying there with Liv poised above her it was hard to remember how to even breathe, let alone formulate the right words for a response. Maizie’s jumbled thoughts couldn’t seem to focus on anything but Olivia: her soft skin and her weight across Maizie’s hips and the way her hair spilled forward around her face. Unable to resist, she reach up to twirl a lock around her finger.
“I promise I’ll tell you if it’s not okay,” she answered softly, finding words after all. The hair wasn’t enough, she had to continue to the curve of Liv’s neck next, tracing fingers down to the edge of her collar. “And same goes for you. I don’t mind if we have to stop and adjust around your cast or anything, I just want -- ” Maizie broke off, raising her eyes from where they were following the movement of her hand. She met Liv’s gaze and smiled, for once feeling almost shy. “I just want to keep going. I want more of this. Okay?”
And her hand, already hesitating in the area of Liv’s collarbone, continued lower to tentatively cup her breast instead. Maizie’s eyes never left Liv’s, watching her reaction to be sure this was truly alright.
Olivia nodded, biting her lip and wondering when her breathing had gone ragged. "I need more of this too," she said, leaning down for yet another kiss. This time, when her eyes closed she endeavored to keep them that way, carefully tangling their legs together and wondering: how had she ever doubted that she wanted this? There were still the lingering worries -- she didn't know what she was doing, if it was too soon, or if this was really the best way for them to cope with all of the stressors and missing persons in their lives -- but she found her resolve and leaned into it. After all, she wanted this. And Maizie wanted it too.
She gave a determined nod as she let one of her hands skim along Maizie's waist, following the curve around her hip and partway down her thigh before she dug her palm in, holding on in a way that could only be described as proprietary. Maizie gasped softly -- not from pain, but its opposite. Olivia's nerves were still warring with the headiness she felt the longer they kissed, but each small step forward pushed them aside a bit at a time. She wanted to see just how much better she'd feel if she took a bigger one.
She moved away from Maizie's body with a sigh, shifting to straddle as she took hold of the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head -- almost like she'd dared herself into it, really. She couldn't help but glance down at herself, checking for the signs of what she'd gone through a month ago, and she was sure that Maizie could see the relief that showed on her face once she found only a minimum. "Just don't --" Words were harder now, now that they were moving closer to the inevitable. "I'll tell you if anything's too rough, okay?" She reached behind her and unclasped her bra, then smirked. "We can save that for like, a month from now."
Maizie didn't answer, couldn't answer, as Liv removed her bra. That tiny sliver of bravado from earlier was gone in a rush of breathlessness. And why? They were just breasts! Maizie had a pair, and she'd even seen Liv’s before. Inadvertently. Out of the corner of her eye when they changed for bed, but always covered or barely more than blink-and-you'll-miss-it glimpses from the side. This was different, different because it was for her. Purposeful. Intimate.
Tearing her eyes away -- oh god, she was staring -- Maizie wet her lips and said, “Already planning the next time?” The words seemed to nudge her into motion. She pushed up onto one elbow, reaching again for Liv, and palmed a breast, running a gentle thumb across its peak. Hard to say who it affected more, her or Liv, who gasped and rocked down onto the leg between hers. Maizie found herself suddenly grinning.
She glanced down at her own shirt, then at where Liv sat straddling her hips and effectively holding her down. “I'm going to need a hand with mine.”
The words broke through the fog in Olivia's brain, waking her up and reminding her that they still had so much further to go. That smirk was back on her face as she started working Maizie's shirt up and off, but it faltered as soon as she got a hand between her back and the mattress, fingers fiddling with the bra clasp. "Don't do it -- I'm going to do it!" She shot Maizie a stern look, expecting an offer of help and admonishing her for it already, but it was slow going and difficult. Olivia rested her head on Maizie's shoulder and made a frustrated noise. "You'd think that would be easier for a girl."
“You would think,” Maizie teased, the words coming out breathless as she tried to hold herself in such away to allow access for Liv’s hands. The air was cool on her shoulders, raising goosebumps across them. Or maybe that was from Liv touching her bare skin, even if it was only to fumble with the clasp of her bra. Forbidden from helping, all she could do was wait and, in the meantime, press her lips to the near side of Liv’s neck, trailing kisses down toward her shoulder. “Thirty seconds before I do it myself,” Maizie murmured and shifted her hips slightly, lifting herself upward to press against Liv.
"If you start counting down, I swear --" The rest of her words caught in her throat as she reacted to the tilting of Maizie's hips and rolled hers down again. The pressure sent a jolt of pleasure through her, tiny to start but lingering nonetheless. She wanted to explore this further, lose herself in the physical feeling of them together but she had bigger challenges to deal with first, and the additional feeling of Maizie's lips on her skin wasn't helping her accomplish her task very quickly.
Finally, after what felt like an inordinately-long delay, one hook was undone, followed by the other. "Still okay?" she asked, unable to stop herself even as she tugged the bra straps down Maizie's shoulders and tossed it aside. Despite her words, Olivia didn't bother to hesitate before she lowered herself back down, eager for more contact. Her lips found Maizie's collarbone first before she traced its outline with her tongue, drawing a shiver from Maizie. Both of Olivia's hands settled onto her hips next and held on tight as she wedged one of her legs tightly between Maizie's and rocked down again. This was all new to her, despite it not being her first time being intimate with someone, but it was second nature for Olivia to find a rhythm and see it through. Especially when it felt this good.
Her eyes fluttering shut, Maizie focused on staying here, in this moment, when it would have been so easy to lose herself in the overwhelming sensations. Even armed with theoretical knowledge gleaned from books and fanfic and whatever, this was different than she had been prepared for. They were barely getting started but she had this urge driving her on that wanted more of everything: more of Liv’s hands, more of her lips, more of the way that her leg pressed between Maizie’s. She wanted to make use of all that time that lay before them, but at the same time, she wanted it all right now.
A small moan of pleasure slipped out of her mouth, followed almost immediately by a self-conscious giggle. “Feels good,” she admitted, tracing her hands down Liv’s sides and letting them come to rest on her hips. The edge of her fingertips could just slip under the waistband of Liv’s shorts, where her body was warm to the touch, and so soft. The slide of Liv’s tongue against her skin sent another wave of pleasure through Maizie, another little shiver, and suddenly her want focused into the single thought of Liv’s mouth moving lower, across her chest. “Keep going.”
Olivia nodded needlessly, instinct driving her down Maizie's body even as she questioned what, exactly, she was doing or how to even do it right once she figured out what she was meant to do. (She just had to mirror what boys had done to her before, right?) Her head turned to kiss the curve of one of Maizie's breasts (Was she supposed to do them one at a time? Try to get both at once? No -- that was a horrible idea, she wouldn't want that for herself --) and her gaze lifted to watch the blonde's expression as she shifted to press another kiss, then another, before she flicked her tongue against her nipple, then took it into her mouth. Maizie’s breathing hitched as the action sent a little jolt of pleasure through her.
She was doing this to make Maizie feel good, but Olivia couldn't help the moan that escaped her own lips before she moved her tongue over it again, eyes still up on her face. Everything about this felt so right, questions and doubts and confusion and all. She'd never felt so concerned about the other person's experience, and when she remembered that Maizie was trusting her with this she felt a sudden swell of affection for her that she couldn't tamp down.
"I -- You know I --" Olivia took a deep breath and swallowed hard, wondering how to phrase what she felt; the headiness of how much she wanted her wasn't helping matters, either. They'd said 'love' before, but only in the context of friendship. Like, she loved Maizie, obviously. They were best friends! But was she in love with her? She bit her lip and pushed the thought away, deciding to focus on something she did know without a doubt: "I want to make you feel good. Do you want me to?"
Opening her eyes, Maizie lifted her head slightly to look at Liv. At first she simply nodded, not sure how to even begin phrasing the full scale of everything she wanted from Liv. To feel good, yes. It already felt good. And she wanted to return the favor, to touch Liv and kiss her in all the ways that she was being touched and kissed. The thought of her mouth on Liv’s body too -- Maizie nodded again, more forcefully. Her hand moved up from Liv’s hip, along her torso until she could brush a thumb across one of her nipples.
“God, yes,” she breathed. “Yes, I want you to.”
Olivia pressed her lips together, trying to suppress the grin that was threatening to break out across her face, but it was no use; her elation won, and when it mixed with the desire she felt as her eyes surveyed the girl in front of her, she couldn't help but wonder if she was going to make it through the rest of this. Surely she'd forget to breathe? She had a job to do just then, though, so she shoved the nerves away as best as she could. "I will, then," she promised, shifting back best as she could, knees still on either side of one of Maizie's legs. She reached out to stroke a line down Maizie's stomach, pausing momentarily at the top of her shorts before she slipped her hand inside, fingertips lightly brushing against her underwear.
Maizie’s mouth opened in a small gasp, her back arching to lift her hips. She still had one hand on Liv’s waist and her fingers started to curl, pressing into the skin slightly before she reminded herself to be gentle and stopped. It was just that she felt the need to hold onto something, to ground herself. Running a thumb across Liv’s hipbone in apology, she shifted to press her leg between Liv’s again. With both their actions to focused on her, it felt important that she return something, even if she couldn’t reciprocate in exactly the same way. Yet.
“It's okay,” she said, automatically reassuring, even though she'd already told Liv that she wanted this. The idea of stopping now -- Maizie didn't think she could stop. Well, okay, she was physically capable of it, but that wasn’t the point. They’d come this far already and going on just made sense. She lifted her hips again, but this time to help Liv work her shorts down for better access.
Olivia's eyes narrowed briefly as she considered the logistics of this, even while she struggled to keep her breathing in check as she tugged Maizie's shorts down as best as she could. She didn't want to get up off of her, but there was no way they could get her clothes off the rest of the way if she didn't. Hell, how were they going to do hers if she didn't move? The temporary pause would be so worth it, though. She leaned down for another kiss, applying more pressure with her fingertips as Maizie's hips rose against them. "I want you on top of me," she mumbled against her mouth, tilting to the side and pulling Maizie with her as best as she could with one hand free and the other still pressed against her. "Then take those off."
“That's totally hot,” Maizie informed Liv, smiling and staying close as they swapped positions. She didn't mind the switch at all. It probably made more sense for her to be on top anyway, where she could move around Liv’s cast. Blame the fact that she was very, very distracted for why the idea hadn't occurred for her before now. Before settling down completely against Liv, though, Maizie shimmied her shorts and -- what the hell -- her underpants down over her hips, before kicking them off the rest of the way. Olivia drew in a sharp intake of breath as they dropped, her eyes scanning Maizie's body openly. Her hands settled on Maizie's thighs next, thumbs slowly stroking up and down her skin.
Okay, completely naked with another person. She could totally do this. Never mind that her face was flushed again; it was partly because of this brief flash of self-consciousness, but it was also because being above Liv gave her a whole different perspective -- and Maizie liked what she saw. “You’re hot.”
Olivia laughed, the sound breathless and rushed, and her cheeks flushed darker as her hands rose higher. She liked knowing that Maizie was looking at her, too, but she hated feeling so far away. So she pushed herself up to sit with Maizie over her lap and pressed a kiss to the top of her breast. "You're pretty hot yourself, Wolfe."
Mimicking the gesture done to her just minutes before, Maizie traced a hand from Liv’s collarbone and down to her stomach, pausing right above the waistband of her shorts. “We’re losing these too, right?” she asked. Fingertips sliding lower, they moved across the outside of the fabric, adding pressure.
Olivia’s eyes closed briefly as she nodded, her words catching in her throat before she got her voice to work again. "Later," she said, one hand rising and turning up to meet Maizie's body. Her breathing hitched at the contact, marveling at the fact that she was the one who'd gotten this girl so worked up already and they hadn't even really gotten started. Still, there was still the learning curve to account for; she frowned slightly, concentrating as she tried to reverse actions that had once been done to her. All the guys she'd been with had, like, gone right into the penetration stage from here, which had always kind of seemed rude, but she could understand the instinct now that it was her who was holding back from moving her fingers inside Maizie. Olivia's gaze lifted to watch her face as she moved her fingertips up, seeking out her clit. "'Cause I'm not done with you yet."
It was one thing to touch yourself and another thing -- a way better thing -- to have someone else do it. Maizie let out of soft moan as Liv found the right spot, automatically shifting in response to the motion of her touch. Her eyes had drifted closed on their own, but she opened them now, looking for Liv’s reaction, and found her already watching. A little shiver went through Maizie as their eyes met. Greedy, she leaned forward for a kiss, gently catching Liv’s lower lip between her teeth. She was warm all over, slick with want, and had to brace herself with one hand on Liv’s shoulder as the other girl continued to stroke her.
“Oh,” she breathed, pulling back just enough to speak. Then, “Liv, I --” It was hard to think, harder to string words together into anything that made sense. Maizie tried to focus and finally managed, “Just don’t stop.”
Olivia's head was spinning; she wasn't sure how much of this she could take even without Maizie's hands on her yet. "I won't," she promised, her eyes closing as she tried to get a grip on herself. More words were escaping her, though, suddenly and without warning: "But I don't know what we're doing -- I mean, I know what we're doing right now -- I mean us, you know?" It was possibly the worst time ever to have 'the talk,' but that possessive, protective streak she felt for Maizie was making itself known in her words and her actions as her free hand settled tight on her hip. "But I want to know. So tell me. Because you're mine. You know that, right?"
Maizie laughed, the sound breathless and weirdly husky. “Wanna talk about that right now?” She laughed again and wet her lips, trying to focus her thoughts enough not to stumble over her words. Not an easy feat, all things considered. But no, she could totally do this. Looking for something to ground her, Maizie leaned her forehead against Liv’s, fingers flexing against her shoulder to accommodate the shift in posture. “I mean, I didn’t even know it was a question? Of course I’m yours. I’m so yours. You’re mine. Okay?”
Olivia nodded, biting her lip, trying to think through what this meant as best as she could as she shifted her hand down. "I'm yours," she said, needing to say it -- no, to hear it -- out loud to cement this conscious choice of hers. And then, on a whim, she lowered her head to Maizie's clavicle and kissed up her neck, her lips finding the ticking of her pulse and sucking. Maizie tilted her chin, allowing better access, and her breathing grew steadily more ragged. The heel of her palm was pressed firmly on Maizie's clit now, her fingertips brushing against her entrance. "And you're mine." Olivia ran her tongue along the mark she'd made, feeling altogether too pleased with herself, and looked back up at Maizie. "Want me to?"
The sound that came out of Maizie’s mouth was somewhere between wordless assent and a plea. At some point her hand had slipped down to Liv’s breast again, her thumb circling the nipple as her hips moved in response to Liv’s touch. She wanted more of Liv, wanted all of her, but it was hard to focus on anything but her own desire, which hadn't lessened as their actions slowed for their brief exchange. To have Liv right there, so close, was testing her willpower. Maizie nodded, in case her feelings on the matter weren't clear enough, and shifted to press against Liv’s hand. The sensation drew another soft noise from her. “Yes,” she breathed. “I need more. Need you.”
"You have me, okay?" It felt like they were talking about more than the here and now, something bigger than just the two of them. Like she'd been knocked off-kilter with desire, aching for the attention that she kept pushing away, and overwhelmed by how much she felt; it was more than she could stand all at once.
Her heart was pounding as she pushed her fingers inside, her breath coming out in quick pants as she came to terms with what had previously seemed like a vague, ineffable concept just a few months ago: her and Maizie, it did make sense. "I'm here. I'm yours. I'm not going anywhere." She tilted her head up for another kiss, one that was more desperate and wanting than the others they'd shared just a couple of minutes ago, and tried to build as steady a rhythm as she could.
Maizie returned the kiss just as avidly, hearing Liv’s words but no longer having the ability to reply. More pressing matters proved a distraction, like the pulse of pleasure that shot through her with the motion of Liv’s hand between her legs. Her breath was short, escaping in little pants each time their lips separated, and what she wanted was close. A subtle shift on Liv’s lap and it hit her. Maizie made a soft, barely-restrained sound in the back of her throat as she peaked, then pulled away with a gasp to rest her forehead against Liv’s shoulder, trembling from the collision of sensations. After a long moment, her climax subsided, leaving her suddenly half-laughing and giddy.
"You okay?" Olivia asked; her voice sounded as unsteady as she felt. She pressed a kiss to Maizie's cheek, then another, and her thumb traced the mark she'd left on her neck. "I mean, that was okay, right?"
“Good. That was good, I mean. You’re good. Everything is good.” She giggled at her rambling train of thought, then straightened up to nudge Liv with both hands. “Your turn, now. Lie back.”
As much as Olivia didn't want to move away from Maizie just then, she was quickly losing her patience. Maizie's giddiness was catching, too; desperation aside, she couldn't help but grin as she obliged her, pulling away and leaning back. There had been enough waiting. Olivia fixed Maizie with an expectant, affectionate look, then followed it up by reaching out and tugging on her arm to pull her in closer. "My turn, huh? Better take the rest of my clothes off, then."
“Guess I’d better.” Maizie wet her lips and hooked her fingers in the waistband of Liv’s shorts, tugging them, and her underwear, down. Navigating over her hips wasn’t too hard, but the cast took a little more careful working around. Bumping the busted ankle would put a pretty quick, pretty awful end to things, and Maizie wasn’t quite done with Liv yet. Tossing the last piece of clothing aside, she carefully lowered herself back down, resting a knee on one side of Liv’s body to hold most of her weight.
Maizie felt like she’d hardly had time to really explore, before, so the first thing she did was lean down to take Liv’s nipple into her mouth, running her tongue across it. Her hand skimmed across Liv’s stomach, gently pushing her legs apart to stroke the wetness between them. “Oh, god, that’s hot,” she breathed, before switching to pay attention to the other breast.
One of Olivia's hands found the bedsheets and grabbed on tight. The nerves and hesitation she'd initially felt were long gone as she gave in fully to what she wanted and her hips lifted up, seeking more contact, more pressure, more of everything. She reached down to wrap her other hand around Maizie's wrist, better positioning it between her thighs, and her eyes closed as her hips pushed up again. "Please," she breathed out, the word barely audible at first until she repeated it again. "I don't think I could take it if you made me wait any longer."
It was completely different to be the one giving pleasure rather than receiving it. Maizie liked the soft noises Liv made beneath her, along with the way her body shifted in response to each touch. And she liked knowing that it was her causing those reactions. She raised her eyes to watch Liv’s expression, then slid her fingers inside.
“Good?” She checked, despite already being certain of the answer. Changing the angle of her hand to add pressure to Liv’s clit as she continued to stroke in and out, Maizie moved up for a breathless, slightly uncoordinated kiss.
"Are you kidding?" The question was rushed, the words an almost meaningless retort that Olivia still couldn't help even as Maizie slowly started to make her come undone. The smile she managed in her direction, though, was all sweet desire and want. "Yes. It's good." She turned her head for another kiss as her hands moved onto the swell of Maizie's hips. Her hold tightened in response to a spike of pleasure that caused her back to arch and her head to tilt back before she trailed them up and down Maizie's spine and the softness of her skin. "Everything's good. Just please don't stop."
Maizie didn't answer, just shifted her mouth to Liv’s throat, running her tongue along the smooth skin there before lightly sucking -- not quite hard enough to leave a mark like Liv had given her, just as counterpoint to all the other sensations. The rhythmic in-and-out of her fingers ticked up a notch, and when something worked, a particular shift or pressure drew a shudder from Liv, Maizie did it again. Though still part of her still wanted to touch and explore every part of Liv’s body, the desire was less strong now that she was, well, post-orgasm. So her focus could be on precisely what seemed to give Liv the same pleasure that she'd been given herself. And now that she was selfishly the focus of both of their attention, it didn't take long for all the anticipation and tension to spill over.
After, once the initial rush of intensity had started to subside and Olivia was starting to feel herself slip into a tired satisfaction, she relaxed the hold she'd had on Maizie's back and opened her eyes, searching for Maizie's. She could feel her pulse hammering away in her ears; her breath was still coming in quick gasps and pants as she sought to calm down.
"So," Olivia said, testing her voice and smiling once it passed muster. "I guess we, um. We do that now." This was the part where she'd usually start putting her clothes back on before she took the next opportunity to leave. But it was Maizie that she'd just slept with, and she was already home. There was nowhere else for her to go, nor anyone she'd rather see, and the thought made her smile broaden before she registered it happening.
Maizie grinned back, shifting herself to settle against Liv’s side and letting one hand coming to rest in a proprietary manner against the bare skin of Liv’s stomach. It was still a bit of a marvel that she was allowed to access these parts of her, which were usually covered and hidden away, but at the same time it felt completely natural. Especially considering all the things they’d just done together.
“Yeah, we totally do that now. In fact, we should probably do it again later. You know? I mean, while we’ve got the place to ourselves.” With a giggle, Maizie turned to press her face against Liv’s neck and plant a kiss there. She wasn’t sure how much of that suggestion was teasing and how much was serious, but they had time to figure it out. After all there was still a lot of night ahead of them yet, and they had to do something to fill all those hours before Savannah returned.
"Wow. I mean, like, give me a little bit of time and then maybe." Olivia pulled one arm up and around Maizie's shoulders. "Who knows when we're going to get this much time alone again?" She turned her head to kiss Maizie's forehead, then her nose, then her lips, grinning all the while. As worried as they'd been just a little while ago, she couldn't help but feel like everything else in the world had faded away, leaving them alone together. Another kiss, then: "Might as well, right?"
Maizie grinned back. “Exactly what I was thinking. Pretty much the best way ever invented to pass the time, though this snuggling thing is pretty good too.” She was still pretty much half on top of Liv, but inched a little closer anyway, letting out a contented sigh as she did so. Maizie’s limbs were heavy in the way that signaled complete and total relaxation, a good kind of tired. And her mind, too, was at ease, the earlier worries completely banished now. For the moment, at least, the plots of Olinger and the Capitol couldn’t touch them, and that was pretty great.