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Who: Pam and Maia
What: Fulfilling a promise
When: After these texts
Where: Pam's place
Rating: PG13/R for handwaved smut & Pam being a vampire.
Status: Complete



Maia hadn’t been this nervous about intimacy since…

Ever.

She knocked on Pam’s door and fidgeted. She had her hair up and was wearing the sexiest dress she could put on in short notice.

It was after dusk, so Pam could come up and open it with a clear head. She came up from the basement, smirking faintly as she saw how Maia was dressed. “Good,” she murmured, eyeing her - girlfriend? - up and down. “You’re so thoughtful; you even left it uncovered for me.” Maia’s neck was there for the taking.

She tilted her head and rubbed at her neck. “Can you even resist it, Pamela?” Her eyes looked Pam up and down, and she swallowed nervously.

Not really, was the answer. “Come in here,” Pam replied, sighing, eyes closed. “I am, y’know. Glad to see you. By the way.” It wasn’t just about sex.

“Well glad to hear that. I’ve missed you since..you know the last time we saw one another.” Maia wondered if she’d really meant that she loved her. Maia wondered what she’d do if Pam ever said that.

Pam reminded herself that at some point, she needed to sit and have a conversation with her lover, instead of just jumping on her. “I don’t mean to make it all about sex, by the way,” she said, even as she started to nuzzle at Maia’s soft skin. “Don’t know if it’s the vampire thing ... even hornier than usual.” Which, as she knew, was pretty horny.

“Bugger, love, that just makes you hornier than me now.” Maia groaned, moving her head more. “I didn’t know that was...possible...oh Maker..”

“Just don’t want you to think it’s only about sex.” But it was for this exact moment, because Goddamn if she didn’t smell so good it was making Pam dizzy. She nuzzled her nose over the curve between Maia’s neck and collarbone, letting the tip of her tongue move over the spot.

“If I didn’t know better, Pamela Swynford de Beaufort, I’d say you were swee~~eet on ….” Maia breathed out the last few words, ending with a meek, gasping ‘me’. She dug her nails into Pam’s arms.

“Maybe.” Pam murmured, but that was all she said. Instead of speaking, she used her tongue, trying to prime the spot; then, she let her fangs out. She trailed them over Maia’s exposed neck, figuring that taking it slow might be good, so as not to freak her out.

Maia started to pant, her pulse racing and her chest rising and falling rapidly in anticipation. She didn’t know if it would hurt, or what it would feel like. She still didn’t believe that Pam could stomach the full on Taint. But she was willing to try, and to do anything for her.

She used her fangs lightly, slowly, knowing it must feel like penetration. Pam felt blood bubble under the surface, and far quicker than she’d sunk them in, her fangs disappeared and she was sucking greedily, desperately, flat out befuddled by how smoky and wonderful Maia tasted. She gripped Maia’s shoulders, to anchor them both upright.

She hissed sharply, the sound turning into a little moan. Her body arched into Pam’s and her eyes glowed briefly. It felt sublime, a ‘hurts so good’ moment that also felt incredibly intimate.

Pam had to remind herself not to take much; she didn’t want to do anything to hurt Maia even a little. She slowed herself down, but didn’t stop yet. Not yet. That smokiness was interesting; she didn’t know where it came from but it was extra addictive. It tasted like Maia had smoked the best cigar.

The warden groaned again, her head spinning, her body responding in very interesting ways. She giggled. “Maker this is...Pam…” Her fingers tightened in her hair.

It took her a long time to stop, but Maia was still standing when Pam finally took her fangs away. “Jesus,” she murmured, smirking up at her lover. “Your blood is fucking incredible.” She leaned on the other woman a little, sighing.

“If you start to hear voices, or get even stronger, or your eyes glow,” Maia murmured, dazed but ecstatic. “Think you might get addicted? Blood is power, and mine is very powerful.”

“I don’t know.” Pam had to admit it. “I just know you taste great. It’s fucking wild.” She smiled, almost bashfully.

“Glad..I pass muster then.” She sank against Pam, eyes closed and head pounding. “It was pretty brilliant, I must say.”

“Come on, let’s get you sitting down.” She couldn’t help but feel a little guilty; she’d clearly taken too much. Pam picked up Maia like it was nothing, bringing her into the living room and setting her on the couch. “I’ll be more careful.”

“Mmm want to give you more,” she breathed, snuggling into Pam’s arms. “Bugger! You’re strong!”

“That’s been happening lately.” Pam let Maia burrow, smiling a little. “I can lift damn near anything. I was able to lift the front of a car the other day.” Not the whole thing, but the front. Still, dammit.

“That’s kinda hot…” Maia purred, leaning into bite Pam’s neck. She sucked lightly, and then licked the spot.

“Oh, yeah?” Pam liked getting bit her own self, even if no blood was drawn. She sighed, closing her eyes. “Stop being so fuckin’ perfect.”

“Mm, can’t help it, I was born this way,” Maia replied, adding a shock of electricity and jolt of ice to her lips.

God damn if Pam didn’t shiver. She’d been worried about not feeling things the same way, but Maia’s magic definitely hadn’t changed. “The only things that have changed for me are the strength, the sun sensitivity, and being all horny.” Surprisingly little, in the grand scheme of things.

“You mean you’re more or less horny,” She asked, stepping away in order to get some breath and reassert herself. “I forget which. Maybe you can refresh my memory.”

“Way more.” Pam had to laugh in spite of herself. “You ever sit on your washer and actually get off?”

“Oh, all the time. Why I was just doing that last week.” Maia slid her hands down Pam’s body, and gave her a quick shock between the legs.

“Not me.” Pam yelped, but it was a damn good feeling. “Jesus.”

Maia laughed, trying to get her girlfriend person off just with her powers.

After a while, it worked. Pam did appreciate the orgasm. “Was that one for free?” she managed, catching her breath, smirking. “You’re ... pretty good.” It seemed silly to say, but still.

“Of course.” Maia grinned at her lover, lifting a hand to tenderly stroke away sweat-dampened hair. “It helps that you’re hypersensitive. This is going to be fun, love.”

“Am I?” It was honestly hard for her to tell anymore. “Has that changed, too?”

“Seems like it. That’s not a bad thing. Makes my job a lot more fun!”

“You have a point.” Pam chuckled. She looked over at Maia. “You look ... happier,” she said. Yeah, it was all ... feelingy. But still. She wanted to know. Maia had been upset lately, and not just because of her.

“I think I feel a little better about life,” Maia replied softly. “And I’m not hearing voices too much this week.”

“Thank God for small favors.” Pam casually groped a breast as she leaned in to kiss her. “I don’t really know what to do with you when you’re blank.” Pissed off, sad, yeah, but no emotion at all just seemed weird.

“It was more like…” Maia trailed off, letting Pam’s kiss reignite the fire in her belly. She wanted to try that thing Pam mentioned, but felt oddly meek about asking.

“Like what?” Pam raised an eyebrow.

“Biting. Places. While. Doing things.” Maia squeaked.

“Oh!” Pam remembered what she’d said in her text. “Yeah?” That would ... yeah. She’d tried to ask about things other than sex, but if Maia was going to turn it back there, that was fine, too.

“Yeah. It might be fun.” She fidgeted nervously. “I mean, I want there to be more than that but...well you know. I rather think we’re both horndogs.”

“Especially now.” Pam smirked a little. “I was all worried ‘cause I didn’t want you to think it was just sex.” She’d had to admit it to herself, so she could admit it to Maia. “It’s not just about sex.”

“We’ve tied strings,” Maia offered, her voice sounding strained.

“A few.” She looked down. “Is that ... like, is that a deal breaker?”

“What if I wanted to tie a few more?”

Pam blinked. “You? Really?” Fuck, that sounded rude. “I mean. You just never ... I didn’t think you wanted.” She hadn’t thought she wanted. But she was too damn attached to Maia now.

“Yes really!” Maia stared at her in incredulous disbelief. “Yes me, really! I want that. I’ve...well I guess it’s something I always wanted I just never expected..” Maybe she’d been wrong...

Pam interrupted. Whatever. “I’m going to kiss you now. And then I’m going to carry you into the bedroom, tie you down and bite you.” She owed her one. “I will, however, fuckin’ kill you if you cheat on me. Unless I get invited in.” Hopefully that was recognizable as humor.

“I wouldn’t want to do that, now would I?” She wrapped her arms around Pam and kissed her before she could say something stupid to ruin it. Like the word love. “...You’re serious about a threesome?”

“It depends on the girl.” Pam answered. “If it was some stranger, I might be game.” Might. “Someone we know, fuck no.” That led to feelings and paranoia and all the shit she didn’t want. “Just ... I like you a lot. Is that what you want to hear?” Cause it was true. Dammit.

“Maybe we’ll go out of our normal stomping grounds some day. But right now. I… Rather like you a lot. It’s raving mad, but I do. And … “She nuzzled against Pam. “I really needed to hear that. Maker I sound like a clingy virgin.”

Maybe a little, but Pam knew not to say that. She just wrapped her arms around Maia. “Being straight up with you? I never wanted a relationship, but I think you’re amazing.”

“I wanted one. I just resigned myself to enjoying the labors of my youth.” Maia grinned at her.

“You aren’t gonna freak out if you can’t ... uh. Enjoy that?” Pam looked over.

“As long as you can keep up with me, we’ll be fine,” the Warden joked. She wrapped her arms around Pam and met her eyes. “I can’t promise I won’t die on you. I can’t.”

“I really think I can deal.” Pam smirked a little. “About the sex, I mean. I’m stronger than I was, and faster. I tried to run a block or so the other night and did it in like a second. A literal second.” But she grew sober when Maia said that. About the dying. “We’ll deal with that,” Pam said, shaking her head and feeling Maia snuggle. She maybe had ways to keep people alive, for all she knew.

“We’ll worry about it if it comes to that. I don’t think it ever will, but...I just wanted you to know. I’m a Gray Warden, and that’s part of what it means.”

“Dying randomly?” Pam didn’t mean to sound snotty; she just didn’t get it.

“Dying for the greater good,” She replied, smiling sadly.

“The greater good?” Pam echoed. “No offense intended, but are you supposed to be Robin Hood or what?” She didn’t quite understand the idea. Was there really a ‘greater good’ anymore?

Maia laughed. “Well we stole from anyone and gave to ourselves, as long as the funding or supplies helped us fight the Blight. That’s the thing. A Blight is literally something that could end civilization. And the Wardens, we’d do anything to stop it, moral or not, whether it killed us or not. I’m not proud of some of the choices I made.”

"Well, that happens a lot." Pam didn't think she'd ever met anyone who was totally okay with their choices. "And I'm not tryin' to insult your intelligence or something, but I am a fuckin' vampire." She smiled a little.

She patted Pam’s cheek. “And I would have tried to recruit you.”

“To your group? Are there any others?” She fuckin’ hoped so, but she knew Maia hadn’t found any.

“No other wardens that I’m aware of, but people from my world who had their own heroics to worry about.” Maia chuckled. “My cousin was some kind of Champion, apparently.”

“It all sounds medieval.” Pam kept her arms where they were, around Maia. “You guys didn’t burn anybody as a witch or use like, dusty chicken feet as fortune tellers or something, did you?”

“We didn’t. Maker, we’d gladly take the witch in if she could help us fight the Darkspawn.” Maia exhaled. “Mages like me...weren’t looked kindly upon. If you weren’t stuck in a Circle under careful watch of Templars, you were hunted down as an apostate - unless you were a Grey Warden. And wardens could recruit you whether you wanted to be or not, in times of a Blight.”

“Sounds like witch hunting under another name.” Pam made a face. “A Circle sounds like jail. Though I don’t know, people talk about how great this country is, and well, it isn’t.”

“Pretty much. I was in the Circle for awhile. Got moved to the Ferelden one because I was a shame on the family.” She rolled her eyes. “You could study and learn but you were a prisoner unless you were needed for something. And gods help you if one of the templars decided to fancy you.”

“Ew.” Pam didn’t like that at all. “Ew ew ew.” Jail was one of her worst fears; it was really the only reason she’d never just sucked it up and been a hooker.

“Ew, yes. Can we talk about more pleasant things, like how beautiful your skin is?”

“I do moisturize.” Pam kissed her, playfully nipping at her bottom lip. “I guess you aren’t ugly either, by the way.”

“You only guess?” Maia pulled away, a sparkle in her eyes. “Well if you only guess I suppose I can take my ugly arse elsewhere.”

“Yeah, to the bedroom.” Pam picked her up, putting her over her shoulder like a wet rag. This strength thing was handy. But then she ran them into the bedroom - instead of taking ten seconds, it took less than one.

Maia laughed, and sparked at Pam’s arse. “Pam!”

“What?” Pam smirked. “I have some handy tricks, too.”

“Do tell…” Maia flopped onto the bed and looked up at Pam with the coyest expression she could manage.

“Well, I did show you I can carry you. I can run us places - could go skinny dipping in the ocean at night and be there in ten minutes.” When in a car, it would take forty. Pam flopped down next to Maia, but didn’t stay there for long, crawling on top of the other woman. “I can also get you off with nothing but my tongue, but I could do that before the vampire thing, if I recall.”

Maia giggled like she was fifteen and in the backseat of her first girlfriend’s car. Or was it boyfriends? She didn’t recall which was first. Either way, she was giggling. “This is the best relationship I’ve ever had.”

Pam blinked. “Oh?” She didn’t freak out at the R word; they’d sort of agreed on that. The ‘best’ part was the surprise. “You never had a boyfriend or girlfriend who treated you good?”

“I’ve never had a boyfriend or girlfriend.” She paused. “Well not one that lasted more than a week, anyway. You’ve already won the record.”

“Oh.” Somehow, that was surprising. “I wouldn’t have expected that.” Yeah, Maia was kind of free with her affections, but the idea that she’d never had any kind of relationship at all was unusual. Pam might have kind of felt honored by it.

“Closest wasn’t even in this world, but my heart was elsewhere so it wasn’t really fair to her.” Maia shrugged her shoulder. Leliana had been wonderful, but Morrigan…”I think maybe a lot of it was knowing death could come and not wanting to be alone.”

Pam shrugged. “If things got that bad, I’d love the one I was with, too.” She wasn’t exactly one to judge. Not the way her life had gone. She got up, starting to look in the drawer of Maia’s dresser. “Where do you keep your wife beaters or ties or whatever?” She needed ties.

“Yes, but I think I ruined any chance of that,” Maia replied, softly. She perked up, and pointed at a drawer. “Silk, in there.”

“Oh, good.” Pam went through the drawer and found four garments - ties and shirts. She kept talking as she tied Maia’s arms to the bed. “I only ever had really one relationship. I was fifteen, and she was a stripper in Shreveport where I grew up. She was ... really great. I don’t know, kinda got me into all the shit I do now, but she also treated me like a human.” Instead of some fucked up mistake.

Maia shifted under Pam’s ministrations, arching up against her as though begging to be touched more. “Did you love her?”

“I don’t know.” Pam was honest, tying the knot around Maia’s left wrist before moving to her legs. “My parents were never there, and I used to sneak into the clubs and bum smokes and clear tables for a little money, and we got to be friends first. She did help me come out to myself, though.” That had been good. She’d been fucked up enough as a kid about other stuff, never mind coming to terms with who she liked to fuck.

“That’s..good. You always need a friend like that.” Maia thought of another mage at the Circle. A girl a few years younger than she was. She’d been lost when the demons had taken the building. And then there had been Leliana. Maker, she really didn’t know what to do with a relatively normal love affair.

“We fucked and all that, but I was more like her sidekick.” Pam shrugged, finishing the knots. She’d kept some of Maia’s clothes on, but she could rip them. Or work around them. Which might be just as fun.

“Something tells me you like to be on top,” Maia quipped, testing the bonds.

“Maybe.” Pam smirked. “Betty Ann kinda bred that into me.” She kissed Maia gently on the mouth before moving a little lower.

Maia found herself swallowing a huge lump in her throat, and squirming noticeably. She trusted Pam, and she wasn’t afraid. Quite the opposite. She was eager.

Pam took her sweet time with Maia. All the better because she couldn’t touch or even move that much. She used her fingers and tongue to work her lover up, waiting to pop her fangs until Maia was almost close to coming.

She did something she didn’t often do, as Pam kept her from going over the edge, time and again. She whimpered and pleaded, and she begged, her blood pounding in her veins like a thousand drums.

Damn if Pam couldn’t hear it. While Maia was thrashing, she popped her fangs and nipped, decisively, but lightly at the top of Maia’s hip bone - she’d gotten good at only piercing the first couple layers of skin. She slipped her fingers down between Maia’s legs, sucking greedily at the puncture wound and trying to get her off.

That did it. That. That thing right there. That thing that Maia couldn’t put into coherent words just a primordial shriek as her body responded like a spring snapping loose. She rode out the wave, feeling like a sailor caught in a storm, and laughed hysterically.

When Pam finished feeding, she reached down and undid the knot around Maia’s leg, pressing the cloth to the light wound. “Damn, never had that reaction before.” She couldn’t help but smirk.

“I..lo….Maker..god..gods..goddess..andraste…” Maia started to giggle. She reached for Pam, then remembered she was bound. “Allah..whatever deity there is. You’re amazing.”

Pam undid one knot at a time, first her other leg, then one arm, then the other. She didn’t say anything back, just curled up next to Maia, because anything she said would be stupid and sappy.

Maia wrapped her arms around Pam and kissed her face. She didn’t care where she kissed Pam on the face, just that she was kissing Pam and holding her. She rubbed her hands up and down Pam’s back, digging her nails in lightly.

Pam sighed, for once letting herself cuddle. She felt safe. And maybe even appreciated.

For her part, Maia felt.. loved.