Who: Maia (The Warden) and Pam de Beaufort Where: A pub, then Maia's place What: A second real date When: 6/30 Warnings/Rating: Mature, girl on girl smexy times Status: Complete
Pam had texted Maia to meet her at the pub. She was wearing just a plain t-shirt and jeans, and she weirdly felt nervous about how she looked. Maia had seen her in something a little more ... professional last time. Tonight it was just casual, with minimal makeup. She’d see her basically as herself. No artifice. Who wouldn’t be nervous at that?
Maia had chosen to put on some shorts and a tank top. It was just a pub, and to show some British Pride, the tanktop had the Union Jack on it. Plus she knew her legs and ass were worth looking at, and it didn't hurt to remind Pam of that.
She drove up and parked outside, getting out of the car and looking around.
Pam was standing near the entrance, and she might have just slightly brightened when she saw Maia. “Hey. Glad you found the place.” And looked good enough to eat besides.
“Hey. Wasn’t hard, I googled it.” Maia winked at her. “It’s not that hard to find an English pub. There weren’t many!”
“Guess not.” She wanted to touch Maia, but she didn’t want to look all needy. “C’mon in, it’s just busy enough.” Pam held the door for the other woman, though it wasn’t entirely out of altruism. Getting a look at that ass wasn’t exactly a hardship.
“Thanks, love.” She gave Pam a smile and brushed her hand along the woman’s arm as she passed her. She wasn’t above touching, and she didn’t feel needy. But she was.
The pub had a decent crowd, but there were still a couple of tables open. Pam grabbed one and ordered whatever they had on tap. It’d probably be good and thick, in an actual pub. “So how’s it been going?” She’d only seen Maia on the network a little bit, and she’d actually had so many clients she’d been mostly busy all month. Her nights were either work, or crashed into fucking blissful unconsciousness.
"Pretty good. Works been busy and I've had a lot of fun tracking down a few rare items for some people." And then there'd been the blue things. Maia had fought a couple more after she'd visited with Flemeth. “You?”
“Busy as hell. With all the stuff going on I guess people feel the need to get fucked more.” Pam shrugged, but she couldn’t help the smirk from forming. “One guy tried to propose to me ‘cause he thought he was going to die on his way home.” She’d told him to fuck off and kicked him in the ass before leaving the room.
"Maker knows I need to get fucked more," Maia replied, then cheerfully added. "More than I have been, anyway."
“We can definitely work on that,” Pam said nonchalantly. “What kind of rare items were you looking for, out of curiosity?” She half wanted to make conversation, half just wanted to watch the woman talk. It was ... nice.
“Books, most. A few things for myself and for an apparently mutual friend of ours." Maia eyed Pam, like small world after all.
“Oh? What friend? Honestly, I don’t have too many here in town.” Pam raised an eyebrow. She had old girlfriends, a couple friends that were more like acquaintances, and one or two male friends that were mostly old clients.
“Older bird, a bit snarky and mysterious?”
“Oh!” Pam laughed. “Flemeth! I worked with her for a little while.” They’d parted ways pretty nicely, actually; Pam had just wanted a little more control, and the old woman had understood that. “She’s great, actually. How’d you meet her?”
“That ‘little’ side-business of hers?” Maia waggled her eyebrows. “I walked into her store one day, out of curiosity. I think. I’ve dreamt of her, anyway. She’s a powerful magic user in our dreams.”
“Really?” Pam got her beer, nodding a thank you to the server. “That actually wouldn’t surprise me.”
“Oh yes. A witch of the wilds. I had this huge thing for her daughter. That straight woman I mention.” Maia took a sip of her beer and sighed.
“Oh yeah?” Pam shook her head. “You don’t need me to tell you that ends bad, hon.” She didn’t think Flemeth actually had a daughter for real, but it wouldn’t be a huge shock if she did.
“Still followed...” Maia cut herself off, and decided to talk about better things. Sort of. “You seen any weirdness lately?”
Followed what, Pam wondered. “Weirdness? Just those blue things. I’ve only seen one up close and personal, and I maced the shit out of it so it ran, but apparently they’ve been around.” She shook her head, taking a pull of the beer.
“Barkspawn ripped the throat out of one, another I set on fire.” Maia looked positively proud of that.
That was her dog, Pam remembered, and let out a shout of something approaching laughter. “It must be like a shooting gallery for you. And him, too. It doesn’t like ... hurt the dog, does it?” Who the hell knew what those things were made of.
“Darkspawn don’t hurt him. He’s pretty tough. I kind of miss him talking. We stayed up late one night watching this terrible movie. His commentary was hilarious!” Maia slid her hand across Pam’s backside.
“Did he talk during this weird little while? I don’t have any pets.” Pam liked the hand on her ass, and might possibly have slid a little closer to the British girl because of it.
“He sounded a lot like Morgan Freeman. My dog sounded like God!” Maia inhaled sharply at Pam’s movement, and rubbed a little more noticeably. Even squeezed a little. It was like a switch had suddenly turned on. Damn this woman.
“Okay, I’m sorry, that’s the best thing ever.” Pam tried to keep her cool, but had to smirk a little. “Maia, did you miss me?”
“No. I didn’t miss you at all. Not in the slightest. Whatever gave you that idea?” Her nails dug in a bit, and she leaned in to peck her cheek. “Besides wanting to snog you.”
“Awww.” Pam couldn’t help but be amused. She put a hand on Maia’s knee, mostly because she could. “Careful, I might think you like me.”
“Bugger that, you’re just a good shag!” Maia winked at her, licking her lips. She was more than a good shag but that would be admitting feelings.
Pam was kind of relieved to hear that; she liked Maia, but too many girls got pissed off at what she did for a living. She didn’t want to deal with the bullshit and the drama. And she liked her job.
That lip licking, though. Pam just leaned forward and kissed her, ignoring the one loud hoot from some drunk asshole at the bar.
Maia groaned, fingers tightening on her ass, and the other hand planting squarely on a breast, before moving up to cup her face. It made the kiss more intense, but she didn’t care. She really, really needed this. From Pam.
She hadn’t honestly expected Maia to be this into it, but she wasn’t complaining. She had to admit, she liked the girl. It was nice to meet somebody this laid back. It probably wouldn’t work for anything long term, but it was fun whenever Maia was around. Pam purred, winding a leg around the other woman’s. There were more hoots now.
“We’re gonna...oooh..” Maia trailed off, back into the kiss. Really, she was very hungry, but food could wait a bit. Unless they got kicked out. That would be bad.
Or maybe they’d get a free meal. That would be awesome.
The bartender was actually fairly nice about it when he interrupted. “Oi, girls. It’s not a gay thing, I’d say it to a hetero couple too, but keep up like that and you’ll need to go get a room. Yeah?”
Pam just smirked. “Wanna eat, or wanna get a room?” They could order fucking room service if they were so inclined.
“I do want to give this place a proper tasting,” Maia said, sitting back and fixing her hair. “And then...perhaps we could go back to my place.” Holding breath.
She did wait a couple of seconds before answering, just to not appear super eager. “Yeah. Okay.” Pam smile-smirked again. “Good thing you guys don’t put much garlic in your food.”
She let out a breath. “Yeah, that’s probably good.” She turned towards the menu, and picked three things for them to share, that she thought would be good no matter how terrible they were!
Pam looked over at her choices. “Those sound pretty good, actually. I got home at six am from a client’s room and slept through breakfast.” And pussy, no matter how good, wasn’t exactly filling.
“Glad you think so. Even if they’re terrible they’ll still be pretty good!” Maia placed the order, then sat back, comfortable again. She slid a foot out of her shoe and rubbed her toe against Pam’s ankle.
It was funny, really; she never expected to be a grown woman playing footsie. Still, on Maia it was sort of cute. “So, you have a dog named Barkspawn.” She had to wonder about the name. Maybe Flemeth knew about it. It was still funny that Maia knew Flemeth at all.
“Yes. Well.. He kills Darkspawn, right? Barkspawn. Get it?” Pause. “Okay it was Alistair’s idea. “ Blame it on the King.
“What are Darkspawn?” Pam was curious about this dream world place thingy Maia seemed to remember. Her dreams were stupid, frankly; she dreamed of being a madam in San Francisco at the turn of the century.
“Kind of like demons, I suppose? Only not really, as demons exist there too, and they’re different. Not zombies, they’re dead, and sentient, plus there are plenty of spirits and walking corpses too.” She pulled over a napkin and started to scribble on it. “Really nasty things. The ancient magisters decided it would be bloody fantastic to go to the golden holy city where mortals weren’t allowed. They became the first Darkspawn and turned the city black.”
“Fucked up.” Pam raised an eyebrow. “But you didn’t live in this holy city thing, right? Or did those things just come to your world to fuck with people?”
“This was thousands of years before I was born. After this came the first blight. These darkspawn led by corrupted old gods in the forms of great dragons!” She’d spend a lot of time reading, when she was in the Circle Tower. “Swept across the land, sickening it, killing, slaughtering, the whole nine yards. So eventually someone found a way to fight back. The Grey Wardens were formed, and killed the Archdemon and sent the Darkspawn into the bowels of the earth. Unfortunately for the dwarves who lives there. Only..the darkspawn dug..and found another Archdemon. And then there was another blight. And every so often, it happens again. There’s only a couple old gods left, that we know about. I killed the most recent one. With some help.”
Pam couldn’t help but whistle. “That just sounds so ... I don’t know. My most vivid dreams have been about being a fucking madam in San Francisco around the turn of the 20th century. Not too interesting.” She finished the rest of her beer. “So you killed this big thing? Bet you were a hero.”
“That’s what they called me. The Hero of Ferelden. Really, I should have died.” She rubbed at her cheek with her pen, marking it up. “I was supposed to. I’ve got darkspawn and Archdemon blood in me. That’s all part of what makes a Grey Warden able to fight them so effectively. And what makes us able to kill an Archdemon. But I made a deal with Morrigan.”
Pam couldn’t help thinking the pen mark was kind of endearing. “So wait, you’ve actually got the blood of those things in you? Why doesn’t your dog kill you, if he smells it? Does he?” This was getting weird, but in a mostly good way.
“Well, we drank it. If it kills us, we failed the test. If it didn’t kill us, well we’ve got a few decades before it drives us mad! Lovely, right?”
“Yeah, great.” She stopped talking as their food arrived, then finished her thought. “You don’t actually have that in you here, right?” She’d be kind of pissed off if Maia was basically terminally ill. “And what’s all this?”
“I...don’t actually know.” Maia frowned, thinking about it. She sometimes couldn’t tell the difference between dreams and reality any more. “I suppose if I start hearing voices I should worry.”
“Here’s hoping.” That didn’t sit well, actually. Pam might have actually looked displeased for a second before turning to the food. “Looks good, for pub food.”
“Smells good. Looks about right. Lets have a taste.” Maia opted to leave the worse part of the Taint out of the conversation, at least. Pam didn’t need to know about the Calling.
Pam tried a breaded something or other, pleased when it tasted good. “Nice. Is that meat, cheese or both?” Whatever it was, it was filling.
“Both! Actually this is pretty good. I wouldn’t call it genuine, but probably better than most places you Yankees might have!” But she could be biased...
“Yankees are Northerners.” Pam said, trying to sound cold to make her laugh. In full drawl, she told Maia severely, “Ah am not a Yankee.”
“You’re all yanks to me, love.” Maia grinned at her. “Now if you start callin’ me Welsh or somethin’ then you’re in trouble.”
“That’s what it’s like, though.” Pam laughed. “If I called you a Scot you’d get all pissy.” But she was amused.
“That’s because I’m not a Scot, but you’re all one bloody country that threw a hissy fit over tea!”
“I’m a Southerner. Northerners do things like drink unsweetened tea and, I don’t know, drive hybrids.” Pam made a face.
“Hybrids are cute,” Maia protested. “I like watching you all bitch about petrol prices.”
Pam made a bigger face. “I drive a normal car. Not some pansy hybrid.”
“When petrol in the states is as much as it costs across the pond, you’ll change your tune.” Maia’s voice was teasing, and she poked the woman in the shoulder.
“Then I’ll move somewhere with public transportation.” Pam laughed. “Do you even drive? Thought you were from London.” She knew enough about that city to know driving was fucking nuts.
“Well I have to drive my little car around here. This city is too big!” Maia put down her fork and wiped her mouth. Somehow, her foot had made it to Pam’s knee.
“I fail to see how it’s bigger than London.” Pam ate a few more nibbles, though she liked Maia’s legs where they were.
“It’s more wide-spread. The streets are wider. In London you could walk a lot of places, and the public transportation was much better. New York is good for that too. But here?” She shook her head. “It’s car or go home.”
“Well, I’ll drive you if you ever need to go somewhere far away. If you drive a little car, it’ll get crushed on the 5.” Pam joked, resting a hand on Maia’s feet that were still on her knee. It felt calm and casual.
Maia shivered. She couldn’t reach any farther, and she couldn’t cast with her toes, so she just let Pam rest her hand there. It was a little needy, but she wanted to be touched. “Deal!”
She did see that shiver, and it made her smirk. “You done eating, sprite?” She’d convinced herself, this girl was a fire sprite of some kind. Or some other creature from the old tales.
“Mm, I’m done with dinner anyway, but I still crave some sort of dessert.” Maia leaned forward on the table, resting her chin on her hands.
“I do seem to recall some kind of talk about going back to your place.” Now that she was pretty sure Maia wouldn’t tie her up and torture her - unless it was in a good way - Pam was okay with that. She lowered her voice a little. “Pussy isn’t very filling, though.”
“It’s a good thing I just had dinner then. I can gorge myself on you without going hungry,” Maia shot right back.
“Good answer.” Pam got up, tossing some bills on the table. “You walk or drive here?” She hoped Maia had walked. That meant they could get in her car and fool around.
“I took my car,” Maia replied. She wished she hadn’t now. “We could come back for it, it’s not too big a deal or anything.”
“If you’re sure.” Pam smiled, taking her hand and trying to work not to pull her out the door.
She kept her chill until they were both in her car. Then Pam grabbed Maia and kissed her hard, pulling her shoulder closer so she leaned over the armrest.
Maia groaned, tangling her fingers in Pam’s shirt and kissing her back just as hard. She muttered something. It could have been ‘seed school’ or ‘need you.’
Pam chose to ignore that in favor of more kissing, one hand pulling her hair. She couldn’t lie. “Been thinking about you and your magic,” she managed, breathless. “I kept thinking I didn’t do my job last time we met.” She’d gotten Maia off, but not as well as she could.
Maia laughed. "Your job? Your job is to lay back and scream my bloody name..." She sunk her teeth into Pam's neck, lightly, then sucked hard. "You want my magic, Pamela?"
Mmph. Pam groaned. “You’re bailing us out if we get fucking arrested, Maia Amell.” But she didn’t say no. She flipped the armrest up, reaching for Maia again.
Laughing again, Maia pulled away. “Oh no. We’re doing this when we have right and proper room.” She waggled her finger at her.
“Then tell me where to go, cause we should fuckin’ drive.” Pam turned the car on and headed toward the freeway.
Maia gave her the address and leaned back in her seat, stretching a bit and running her hands down her body teasingly.
“Bitch.”
Maia almost called her ‘whore’ but actually didn’t want Pam to think she wasn’t joking. It might cut too close to the bone. So she just scoffed. “You love it.”
“Little bit, yeah.” Pam was feeling inclined to be honest, for once. “Cute little mousy girls are boring.” Maia wasn’t mousy. Even without her magic she’d have been hot.
"I could be mousy. We could roleplay. I'll just put my wizard hat on," Maia said, voice full of snark and expression cheeky.
“But then you’d bore me. I don’t want you to bore me. Most of my clients do that.” Pam rolled her eyes. “They think they’re original.” Maia was definitely original. She reached over to run a hand up Maia’s bare thigh.
"Mice like to chew. I like to nibble. See? Mousy." Maia groaned, and shimmied in her seat. "Maker, when you touch me like that I think I'll explode!"
“Not all over the car.” Pam said, voice full of amusement. She turned off the freeway, up a smaller street.
"Bugger off!" Maia laughed, then slid a hand into her own shorts. "That's actually not a bad idea..."
“Buggering off?” Pam laughed. “My strap-ons are at home.”
"I'll just..." Maia gasped, and arched her back. "Get myself...good and ready for you..."
Pam stared as they stopped at a light. “Damn.” It was kind of nice, honestly, to find a girl who was a match for her and more. “You really are evil.” Thank fuck they were almost to her address.
“I’m not evil, love. Just....” she groaned, rolling her head to look over at Pam. “Just..just..really good?”
“So am I, bitch.” Pam sounded affectionate, hopefully, or as much as she could. Finally, she saw Maia’s driveway, turning in and stopping the car. “You’ll get to see just how good I am.” She grabbed Maia and kissed her again before getting out of the car.
Maia stumbled out of the car, catching Pam’s eyes when she licked her fingers. “Only after I’m done with you. I’m suddenly starving.”
They finally got inside, and as soon as they were away from prying eyes Pam grabbed at the other woman again, trying to get her naked as fast as humanly possible. “You gonna set me on fire?” she murmured with her lips against Maia’s. Hopefully Maia would know she meant fucking metaphorically.
Maia laughed against Pam’s lips, and her hands were warm and sparking as she moved them over the other woman’s body. “Yeah. Yeah I’m going to set you aflame, just like you’ve set me on fire.”
“Aw, you’re so damn cute.” It was teasing, mostly because hot was a better word that cute. Pam got Maia’s shirt off, immediately starting to lick and suck around her neck, leaving bites at the hollow between her collarbones.
“Maker...” Maia tilted her head back to allow Pam even more room to work with. Her mind started thinking maybe they should talk. Her body told her brain to shut the hell up.
Pam was on autopilot at this point; she’d had to fake being turned on so many times in the last few days that she wanted to get off for real in the worst possible way. She kept nipping, groping Maia through her bra before fumbling with the clasp and cursing under her breath. “Come the fuck on.”
“If you don’t get it off in five seconds,” Maia teased breathlessly. “I’m going home!”
“You are home.” Such a bitch. Pam managed it in three more, tossing it away and groping her breasts properly this time, going for a hard and breathless kiss.
“Shite, you’re going home!” Maia groaned into the kiss, whimpering a little bit. “Pam..oh fuck...” Shite shite shite she had such a crush.
Though Maia had said she wanted to go first, Pam tried to undo her shorts, wondering if she could get the other woman distracted enough to forget. She slipped a hand into Maia’s fly, laughing. “Do you even have panties on?”
"No, why would I? I like to be dangerous, that's just how I roll." Yanks said that, right? Maia had already forgotten her plans.
Oh right. She seized Pam's ass.
“I can get behind that.” Well. More like in front of it. Pam kissed her again, with something that she had to admit was approaching neediness in it. “Where’s your Goddamn bedroom?”
“Down the hall, to the left,” Maia gasped. She scratched her nails over Pam’s ass and then bit her lip. “You talk too much.”
“That so?” Pam groaned at the bite, half stumbling, half walking. “Shut me up.” The door was open, and Pam wound up half on her back with Maia on top of her.
Maia shoved her knee between Pam’s leg and rubbed roughly, kissing with more need than was probably necessary. “Yeah..that’s so, love. So I’m going to shut you up.”
“Try.” It was a challenge, but also, well, she didn’t want to beg. She wasn’t going to beg. Pam fucking de Beaufort didn’t beg. She grabbed Maia’s hair as they kissed, sighing loudly against her mouth.
Crushing her lips against Pam’s, Maia almost growled. Her tongue searched and explored and her hands rubbed aggressively.
Pam struggled to get her jeans off, but eventually managing it, wrapping a leg around Maia’s. Fang had been good, but there was a something extra there with Maia that made it better all around. Besides, Maia wasn’t hung up on someone else.
Maia was just hung up on Pam. She kissed the woman again, letting out a pleased sigh as her hands found exactly what they were looking for. She suddenly remembered what she wanted to do first!
She did have a nice light touch. Pam sighed loudly as Maia stroked just hard enough. “God, Maia.” Her hands reached up to hold some part, any part of her, starting to shiver.
“Did I do this to you,” she said, feigning innocence while her fingers did very, very naughty things.
“Definitely doing it now!” Pam laughed breathlessly, letting her neck go limp.
Maia blew ice cold breath along Pam’s neck, and then down to her nipple, before tracing it with the edge of her lips. She blew again.
Goddamn if that wasn’t one of the best things she’d ever experienced. Pam shivered, letting a soft whimper escape. She’d needed to get off so bad after the last few days, and Maia was going to make it fun.
She had every intention of dragging it out too. Maia sucked lightly, then moved her lips and tongue farther down. She teased Pam’s stomach, fingers searching below.
“God, fucking needed this.” Pam got her feet up on Maia’s bed, to be able to spread her legs wider, giving her more access. It just simply felt good, and there wasn’t any shame in admitting that.
“Mmm....” She nuzzled Pam’s thigh, her lips suddenly warm and electric as she kissed lightly along the artery there.
The sensation of going from cold to hot was mind-boggling, and it got something approaching a whimper out of Pam as she tangled her fingers in Maia’s hair. Goddamn, but she was good. She’d get such an ego over this, too. “Maia ...”
“Yeah?” She flicked her tongue against Pam, warm and wet. No jolts, just pure skin on skin. Sometimes it was nice to taste someone without the electric shocks.
Pam shivered pleasantly, still nestling her fingers in Maia’s hair. “It’s nice,” she murmured. “You’re so good.” Normally she didn’t talk even this much, but Maia had made it a personal thing to shut her up. She hadn’t succeeded quite yet.
Licking her lips, the Warden lifted her eyes to Pam's. She held her gaze as she moved her tongue. "I know."
“Yeah?” Pam actually wanted to smile, for once. It was weird. Maia kept her on her toes, and she liked being challenged. It was kind of a shame that she would probably get all hissy about her job if they tried anything more than nights of serious sex.
Maia had been thinking about that. It didn’t really bother as much as it could have. Pam didn’t actually have sex with people, so it really wasn’t all that different from stripping, right? She wouldn’t mind watching, sometime... “I know I’m bloody good.”
“Now you’re the one who’s talking too fucking much.” Pam laughed. “Come on, hon.”
“What if I don’t wanna?” Except Maia wanted to, and then Maia did, speaking with her mouth instead of her vocal chords.
“Nunh,” Maia said, and for Pam’s insolence she got a lightly teasing shock right on her clit.
She yelped, shivering and fumbling for Maia’s hair, hand, anything. She needed to touch, and if she touched, she could also try not to jerk her hips up and break Maia’s nose.
“Oh Pam,” Maia moaned, grabbing Pam’s hand with her own and licking faster and harder. She sucked a little, and then sucked harder with a groan. She couldn’t risk looking into Pam’s eyes right now. There’d be way too much feeling in her own.
Pam’s eyes were closed anyway. She did appreciate the hand; it helped her remember that there was in fact a living person going down on her, and living people liked their noses where they were. She settled for arching and pointing her feet, and breathing hard. She didn’t want to get off too quick, but at the same time, she needed to bad.
Maia felt like she was pretty close herself, and she actually was, but she focused on her lover, wanting to make her feel the best of everything. Wanting her to float, wanting her to scream.
It was maybe another five minutes before Pam got off, letting out a ragged whine and riding the orgasm until she felt weak and shaky. After she got her breath, she looked up with a smirk. “Good job,” she managed.
The warden just groaned, leaning against Pam’s leg and not trying to speak. Her jaw ached. It was worth it. She giggled and gave Pam a thumbs up.
Okay, she had to laugh at that. “Aw, poor baby.” Pam sat up with difficulty, propping herself up with an arm and stroking Maia’s hair. “Gimme a second ... get my breath. Then it’s your turn.” And after that, she’d drive Maia nuts until her jaw fucking broke. It was a matter of pride.
She panted and leaned into the stroking, snuggling in against Pam. She couldn’t really talk. She was still sore, and healing spells weren’t really her thing. But it had been worth it. At least it prevented her from admitting she was having a crush.
They’d gone so crazy and fast before. Pam decided to tease Maia until she screamed. After a few more minutes to get her breath, she helped Maia up to her feet and onto the bed. “C’mere, hon. Your turn.” She kissed Maia gently, then a little harder as she moved her mouth down around one breast. Her hand that wasn’t supporting her weight snaked downward, one finger teasing between Maia’s legs.
Maia shuddered, finding her voice finally and moaning. “Not that I was worried you were going to … oh god...” She shimmied her hips and rocked against Pam’s hand.
She still kept it slow, just for a change of pace. Pam had to admit, she liked the way Maia moaned. Her finger crooked inside Maia, trying to find that spot, while she kept exploring with her mouth. She didn’t know if it was the magic or whatever, but Maia tasted sharp, somehow, clean and lovely.
Spot? Oh. That spot. That spot was wonderful, and Maia gasped loudly, and her voice started to grow whiny, even a little needy and beggy. She threaded her fingers into Pam’s hair.
It wouldn’t hopefully take long, given how wound up Maia had already been, but she’d wait as long as she had to. Pam smirked, pressing light kisses to the space between her breasts, up around her collar bone, anywhere and everywhere.
She was determined to last longer than Pam had. Out of stubborn pride and a desire for revenge, but the kissing was..driving her nuts in several ways. They made her sigh and whimper, and squirm.
Maia could be a toddler sometimes, with the squirming, and the noises, but it mostly just made Pam laugh. She added another finger to the one already stroking Maia, wondering if she could get her to scream.
The Warden shuddered, arching her back and gasping loudly, but no, she didn’t scream. She grinned down at Pam, as if daring her to try harder. Her face was flush and her dark hair clung to her scalp and neck.
Okay. Pam still didn’t want to try harder; if anything she made her touches lighter. She latched her mouth around the underside of a breast, wanting to make Maia good and aware that there was nothing in her universe except her.
“Paaam....” Maia whined, squirming and writhing a little bit as the woman touched and licked at her. Before too long, there absolutely was nothing in the universe except the two of them, and the pleasure shooting through her body.
Pam kept going, speeding up hard when Maia came, only stopping when the other woman was lying there shivering. Something made her scoot back up the mattress a little, and kiss Maia with a gentleness that even surprised her.
Maia closed her eyes into the kiss, threading her fingers into the woman’s hair and sighing again. She slipped her arms around Pam in a way that was almost too tender. “...maker...”
“What’s that mean?” Pam was curious. “You’ve said it before.” She didn’t move. Not yet.
“Kind of like our god. In the dreams. Our Maker,” she explained, lazily, and snuggled in closer.
Made sense, she figured. Pam grunted a noise of comprehension, just staying where she was for now. It worried her that cuddling Maia felt natural. She didn’t fucking cuddle.
“I think I might have died. Can you pinch me, hon?” She turned and nuzzled the top of Pam’s head.
Pam did pinch her, on the ass, mostly to make her laugh. “Nah, you’re alive. I’d have called the cops.”
She did laugh, and swatted Pam on the hip. She kept her face buried into the woman’s, inhaling her scent. Almost memorizing her scent. “Maker, you’re beautiful.”
“You’re just saying that.” Pam was quiet, just kind of enjoying the situation. She liked Maia’s smile. Liked how she felt here, lying like this.
“I mean it.” She lifted her head and smiled at Pam. “You really are.”
“I like you.” Pam didn’t feel like she could hide it anymore. “I don’t really know what that means, but I like you.”
“You like me?” She raised an eyebrow, her expression bemused. “As in ‘Maia you’re a terrific shag and amazing and funny and amazing’ or as in ‘Maia, you’re a terrific shag, and amazing and funny and amazing?”
“Yeah.” Pam didn’t go any further, though. She wasn’t sure what it meant, just like she’d said. She wasn’t sure she wanted a girlfriend, she wasn’t sure Maia would be able to handle her life, or anything. Right now she just wanted to stay here.
Maia closed her eyes. She wasn’t going to kick Pam out, no matter how awkward it might get. She just contented herself with snuggling into the woman’s arms.