Who: Maia and Pam What: Catching up after the battle When: 7/11 Where: Maia's apartment Rating/Warnings: PG13, implied sexytimes Status: Complete
That had...been quite the homecoming, Maia had to admit. There were new scratches and bruises but she was proud of those. Well, she was proud of all of them, even the one that’ll give her a nice new scar. From one of those Banshee things that got too close.
She rolled out of bed, and stumbled into the bathroom, pushing her hair up out of her face and licked her lips. She muttered, “Could get used to coming home to that....”
Pam was still asleep, but it wasn’t much longer before she woke, snuffling faintly before she realized where she was. “Where’re my clothes?” she called sleepily. “You’re smaller than me, I can’t wear yours.”
Maia stepped out of the bathroom, and stretched. She gave Pam a little leer, and sauntered over to the bed, sitting down on it. She brushed aside some of the woman's hair. "Morning, love. I think they're somewhere in the other room."
“Oh, right.” When they’d gotten to Maia’s place, they’d basically torn each other’s clothes off. She’d been angry, but it was the kind of angry where it was more like displaced fear. So she’d yelled at Maia, and then she’d kissed the breath out of her and finger fucked her until she’d screamed.
It still made walking difficult. She wanted to lean in and nuzzled Pam more. Touched her more. It was an overwhelming urge and she thought she needed to take a bit of a step back before things got too serious. "I'm pretty sure bras were flying."
Pam was sleepy, and when she was sleepy, she allowed herself to be mildly cuddly. Call it a trade secret. “I hate ‘em, I always want to throw them someplace.” She looked up at Maia. “Do you have to do anything today?”
She knew enough to take advantage of such a trade secret, and snuggled in a little. "Not really. Work is still closed and I was going to call in anyway."
“Good. Staying naked in your bed, then.” Dammit. Pam would have stuck out her lip if she’d been the sort. “Fuck the clothes.”
It sort of bugged her that she’d been so scared for Maia, but at the same time, she couldn’t deny it had been true. She liked having Maia mostly to herself.
"No complaints!" She leaned in and kissed Pam deeply. "What are you starving for? I feel like cooking breakfast, and if we're lucky I won't poison you."
“Surprise me.” Pam laughed a little, enjoying that kiss. “I’ll eat damn near anything.” There was a joke in there somewhere, but the bed was comfortable.
“Just for that I think I have some tuna around here somewhere,” she joked back. She walked out of the bedroom, still starkers.
“Smartass.” Pam threw a pillow at her, enjoying the view. She eventually sat up, rubbing her eyes, trying to wake up a little. But she still wasn’t putting on any clothes.
Maia’s laughter drifted from the kitchen as she set up the pan and started to heat it. “Eggs. I definitely want some eggs, how do you like them?”
“Scrambled, please.” Pam got up, cracking her back, making sure she didn’t hurt anything walking down the hall. She found the bathroom after a few tries, going in to wash her face and all that.
Grinning, Maia set about making scrambled eggs. She was half-way decent at this, even. "Want some bangers? And I mean the food and not anything else."
“What’s that?” Pam came into the kitchen, still as naked as Maia, slapping her on the ass before sitting down.
“Sausage. Never heard of bangers and mash?” She laughed and wriggled her butt at Pam. Cooking was dangerous naked. It was also fun.
“Oh, that. Yeah, on TV or something.” Pam grinned as she ogled. “Where I’m from, we put a little kick in it and call it andouille.” Good shit, too.
“A little kick?” She thought about that as she bent into the fridge to get the bangers. “I’m willing to try that!”
“I’d have to google what’s actually in andouille, but maybe next time.” Pam sighed, appreciating the view. “Cayenne, black pepper, chili flakes sometimes. See if you can handle spice with your boring British palate.” So yeah, maybe it was a challenge. She liked fucking with Maia almost as much as she liked fucking Maia.
“I think I have some Cayenne and black pepper. Want to give that a shot?” She glanced back over her shoulder.
“Sure, what the hell. Start small, maybe just a pinch or two.” Pam figured why not.
Grinning, Maia bounced over to the stove and added a liberal dose of the spices, using her body to shield what she was doing. Pam was going to be in for a surprise! A few minutes later she was serving bangers and eggs.
Well, Maia’s ass was a nice distraction. When she handed the plate over, Pam took a bite, promptly coughing a little. She laughed. “You did put a lot of pepper in. Works for me, actually, I just didn’t see it coming.” Needed chili or something, but it was good.
“Good! I was hoping to surprise you.” Maia took a seat, crossing her legs and getting comfortable as she dug in. There was actually too much pepper when she bit in but she kept her face neutral.
That carefully blank face made Pam grin a little, though. “You can’t handle it, can you.” She just meant to tease, not be an ass.
“I can handle it just fine and proper,” Maia said, as she dissolved into a fit of coughing. She guzzled some water and fanned her face.
Pam had to laugh, which was still weird. “You are sad.” She kissed Maia’s forehead.
“If I’m sad, what does that make you?”
“Sadder.” Pam could handle the pepper, which probably did mean she was all fucked up in the tastebuds. “You ever been down to where I’m from? Shreveport’s the other end of the state from New Orleans, but there’s still some nice spicy flavors.”
Pam was all fucked up but Maia liked it that way. She bit her lip to keep from saying something stupid. Instead, she said. “Well am I spicy enough?”
That probably qualified as stupid.
She laughed. “Cheesy, but worth an answer.” Pam kissed her, pepper and all. Hopefully that would serve. She liked Maia, a lot, and even though it bugged her, it wasn’t her nature to try and run from things unless something was really fucked up.
Maia groaned, kissing Pam back deeply and needily. There was a part of her that felt the urge to flee, but this WAS her place.
That made it difficult. Bugger.
“You are seriously needy.” Pam joked in between kisses. “You need to get laid more often.”
“Is that an offer?” She replied, kissing her again, then pulling away so they could resume eating. “Because, really, I don’t get shagged enough, you’re right.”
“Maybe later.” Definitely later. She ate more eggs, given she probably did need food. There’d been a lot of pacing and cussing when Maia had been out of town. “You look okay, though. You’ve got some color back in your face, finally.”
"Yeah. It was all very very draining. I think I used up my power three times over." She made a weak little spark in the air. "Well, just need to rest up for awhile. And hope there's no blight or anything."
Maia’s voice was steady, as though she’d already accepted the fact of life that there might be a blight, some day, and that she’d be honor bound to fight it.
“That’s the creature invasion thing you talked about, right?” For once, Pam looked serious. “I’ll be happy if there’s other people who dream about what you do.” At least then, she’d have help, if that did come to pass.
“Yes. And there are some people I’ve recognized, here and there. And some I know of, at least. I won’t be alone. But I’m pretty sure I’m the only Gray Warden. And...” She looked down, tracing a symbol on the palm of her hand. “And if I am, and there is an archdemon, there’s really only one option.”
She couldn’t remember what it was, but she got the gist. “I try not to live my life being terrified of what might happen tomorrow,” Pam finally said.
"I know. Me neither. That's why I like having so much fun. But if that day comes, I'll be ready. It's the choice I made when I became a warden. Defeat the darkspawn, at any cost." She dropped her hands to her sides, and forced up a grin. "Lets talk about happier things."
“Like how we don’t have anything to do today but stay in your bed?” Pam wasn’t convinced she was happy, but still. “The only choices you’ll have to make today are what movie to watch, and top or bottom.”
“Well we really should finish eating first, but then we can laze about in bed all day. And all night, if you’d prefer.” Maia’s eyes twinkled. “And I call bottom.”
“Well, yeah.” Pam liked watching her smile. She could watch Maia do stupid shit for most of the day, and don’t think that didn’t irritate her deep down. “Don’t you like naked days, though?”
“Naked days are the absolute best,” Maia agreed. She got up and threw everything in the dishwasher. “Come on, lets see what’s on netflix.”
Pam got up, wrapping an arm around her waist. For once, she was totally honest. “I like ‘em better with you.”
Maia gave Pam a light kiss, and leaned in. “They do seem more fun.”
They got back to Maia’s bedroom, and Pam had to ask. “Are you sure you’re ok? I mean ... I’m shit at comforting people or that kind of stuff, but you just look ...” Off was the first word Pam thought of, but that might be kind of rude.
She didn’t meet Pam’s eyes, instead turning to look out the window. “I’m fine..you’ll make me feel better when we shag again. You’re already doing it, but...I just need time to pass. Until I’m able to relax again.”
Pam shook her head. She looked down, feeling awkward. She never knew what to say with this kind of thing - she usually wound up offending somebody. “I think if you have family or whatever around, it might help. I mean, if you need a shoulder to cry on - I just ... I’d be scared I’d hurt your feelings or something.” And she really didn’t want to piss Maia off.
“All my family is back home, my cousins not withstanding.” She rested her chin on Pam’s shoulder. “I really should get out more. But … well I suppose I’ll have to then. Not that I couldn’t stand your company every chance I get.”
“I mean. I can try ... I just don’t ... fuck.” Pam sighed. “Every time I try to make somebody feel better, I wind up doing the opposite. I just don’t want to say the wrong thing and have you hate me, Maia.”
“I think..if you just keep what you’ve been doing, then we’ll be fine, Pamela.” Maia stopped walking, and touched her finger to Pam’s chin. “Whatever we might be to each other. Okay?”
“I’ll give it a shot.” Pam kissed her again. She’d mostly just wanted Maia to know that sometimes she got foot-in-mouth disease. She didn’t want it to be a nasty surprise.
“Brilliant,” Maia whispered, before losing herself in the kiss.