Pamela Swynford de Beaufort (walmrtsweatsuit) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-09-04 23:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, maia amell (the warden), pamela swynford de beaufort |
Who: Maia Amell & Pam Swynford de Beaufort
What: Trying something
When: 9/3
Where: Maia's place
Rating/Warning: PG13, drug use and FTB sex
Status: Complete
Pam headed over to Maia’s house, wearing a purse that she kept a tight hold on. She was still figuring this vampire crap out, and the weird dreams she’d had recently didn’t help anything. Still, she had to explore the outer limits of what she was capable of. So she was heading to her girlfriend(!)’s house with a baggie and some rolling papers tucked into the inner pocket of her handbag. They’d see what happened.
Maia was plotting revenge on her cousin. For what, it wasn’t known yet, only that revenge would be inevitable. Thus, her plotting of it!
Pam knocked at the door, hoping Maia was home and alone. She knew some family had come to town, though she didn’t know whether or not it was for good. “Maia?” she called. “You here, babe?”
“Pamela!” Maia bounced up to the door, opening it and pulling her in. She kissed her girlfriend deeply. “I was just thinking about you, when I wasn’t plotting revenge on Hawke. Come in.”
Mm. Pam smirked. “Hawke’s your cousin, right? I saw you yelling at some chick on the network, but you were too familiar to be exes.” There were things you just didn’t say to exes. “I brought you a present, besides me.”
“Yes. Oh what is it? What do you get me?” She grinned, bouncing in excitement. She’d been in just a fantastic mood lately.
“Well, since I turned into this, I’ve been trying to test what I can and can’t do.” Pam set her stuff down, and went to open her handbag. “Can’t drink - which sucks - can’t be outside in the sunshine, can’t eat. So I figured we could try the next thing.” She held up the baggie of pot. “Maybe fool around a little while we’re trying it.” If it worked, screwing while stoned was nothing short of awesome.
Maia tilted her head, looking at Pam with a bemused and amused expression on her face. “So you want to get me all sorts of funny and then have your way with me?”
“Maybe?” Pam would back off if Maia said no, obviously.
She flashed her best smile. “When do we start?”
“Now works.” Pam leaned over and kissed Maia again before opening the bag. “It’s good shit, from what I understand.” She started to get the rolling papers out. “I smoked a lot of it when I was moving around places, and if I can never do it again I’m gonna be bummed out.”
“So you’re hoping you’ll get a buzz off me? Maybe we’ll luck out and the Taint will amplify the effects!”
“Might be nice. And you taste good to begin with.” Pam smirked. “You ever smoked before?” With all Maia got up to, she’d bet yes, but she wasn’t sure.
“A little bit when I was younger. It got in the way of enjoying good sex, and so good sex won.”
Pam nodded. “Sometimes it makes people’s libido go away, but sometimes it makes it shoot way up.” She smirked even harder. “Could wind up being the best sex of your life.” Well. If she had anything to say about it.
“I just hated being out of breath and half my partners gagging on my breath,” she admitted. “If you mean cigarettes, I mean. If you mean other stuff I do that regularly.”
“Well, I’m touched you’ll do this.” Pam spoke flippantly, but she did appreciate it. Maia didn’t have to say yes, after all.
“I’m quite fond of you,” Maia said, her expression fond. “and like I’d turn down the opportunity to be high? But mostly I’m fond of you.”
She smiled back. “You’re ... great,” Pam finally managed. It wasn’t much, but it was something. She was trying to be affectionate, dammit. It was a start.
Rolling a couple of joints didn’t take long. Pam handed one over to Maia and lit it. “How’ve you been? Your cousin bugging you?”
“Only in a good way. She’s a wonderful woman, really. We’re like two peas in a pod, we really should have been sisters. She’d be the wild one.” Which was saying a lot. Maia took a puff. “That’s good stuff!”
“She’d be the wild one?” Pam echoed, brows raised, amused. “She must be hell on wheels.” She took her own hit, breathing in deep. “God. That is good shit. I can tell.” She hoped that she’d be able to be affected, either by straight up smoking, or by drinking from Maia.
Maia grinned. “Understatement of the year. Though she’s not as much of a… well I’ve had more tail than she has. I’ll leave it at that.”
“You don’t have to be a roundheels to be wild.” Pam laughed. “Most of us just are.” She’d had a lot of pussy, and it didn’t bother her. Neither she nor Maia judged; it was one of the best things about this shit.
She took another toke, then tilted her head so that her hair fell off her neck. It was a new flirting technique she’d decided on to tease her girl with. She smirked.
It actually sort of worked; watching Maia’s neck move delicately was eye-catching. It would have been even if Pam was still human. Hell, she had a great neck. “But things have been okay, honey? Good, even?”
“Something up?” She straightened her head, looking at Pam with concern. “Everything’s been okay with me, love. No side effects. Even the voices have faded a bit.”
“Good.” Pam worried. She would never admit it, but she worried. “Just I know it was rough for a while.” She took another toke.
“If there was a way,” Maia said, holding up her finger. “If there was a way to let you feed on me every night, I’d be all for it.”
“Wish I could, sugar.” Pam shook her head. “But I’d prefer to keep you living. I can probably do it twice or three times a week before it’d give you anemia.” And that would suck extra, given Maia’s job in her world. Who knew what might happen here.
“I like to keep me living too,” Maia replied. She pulled Pam towards her She was thinking similarly.. “How about twice a week. No need to risk weakening me.”
“Works for me.” Pam wasn’t buzzed yet, but she did grin. “I can’t have my favorite every day, or I’ll get spoiled.”
Maia was already buzzed. This was good shit. She grinned and blew smoke into her face. “I love it when you’re kinky.”
Pam didn’t need to breathe, so she didn’t bat an eye. “I’ve been kinky my whole life, honey. Though I’m starting to think I can’t get a buzz the old fashioned way. Which blows.” She kissed Maia again, long and firm. “I can taste, but it doesn’t hit me. Damn it.”
Maia groaned into the kiss. “Why don’t you take a wee bit of a love bite…” Her voice was throaty. It was like she was willinging enthralled whenever the subject came up.
It felt good, and she lived to feel good.
Pam had dreamed about Glamoring people - basically bewitching them - but she hadn’t done it yet, and she wouldn’t do it to Maia without her permission. But it felt like she had, and Pam enjoyed it. Possibly too much.
She bit down on Maia’s neck, but not hard, just in case; she felt the blood come up and the longing was so strong that she had to reach over the table and grab Maia’s shoulders as she fed. “Fuck, I love you,” Pam murmured, strangled, between feeding and sheer good old fashioned horny.
Maia’s eyes fluttered closed and she could only moan wordlessly. It wasn’t even the pleasure of the bite. Part of it was hearing those words. They meant more to her than she’d ever realized those words could, and for the first time in either of her lives she got to hear them from someone she wanted to hear them from.
Pam had realized she sort of mostly meant it even as she’d said it, but there wasn’t time to qualify it or take it back now. Maia had wormed her way into Pam’s heart, and while she wouldn’t ever be the sappy type, she could get really used to having Maia around. Being apart had hurt. A lot.
“More,” she rasped, closing her eyes and whimpering. Her fingers dug into Pam’s shoulders, and she wanted to give her everything she could of herself.
“Careful,” Pam murmured. She might take her up on it, and Pam didn’t trust herself to stop in time. It was as much a warning to herself as it was to Maia.
Maia just dug her nails harder into Pam’s skin and laughed joyously. She needed to smoke more often before doing this, Maker!
Eventually, after what felt like way too long, Pam pulled her head back, shivering. She would have been breathing hard if she still needed to breathe - and best of all, she got a definite buzz from the blood. Whether it was the Taint (which would never not be funny) or the pot, she didn’t care. Pam was light-headed and lapping at the puncture wound, still gripping onto Maia’s shoulders as hard as she could.
Maia was panting and out of breath, and her vision was alternately fogging and growing dark. Her fingers loosened and she giggled lightly. She didn’t think she’d be able to operate heavy machinery for a day. Or two. Or even stand. Standing would be a problem. “Hands..hurt..shoulders…Little looser!”
“Shit. Sorry.” Pam consciously sat on her hands, not wanting to really do damage. Fuck. That was the last thing she wanted. Eventually, the blood stopped flowing, and she looked over at Maia, eyes dark. “You okay?” If so, she was going to grab Maia and take her right the hell to bed. If not, it’d be the ER instead. Just in case.
She grinned and nodded, which made her dizzier and made her giggle. “I’m okay. It’s..hard to stop, isn’t? When we get going like that.” She reached over to play with the curls of her hair.
“You are so fucking high.” Pam had to laugh. “And you gave me some of that buzz.” It seemed like that was the only way she could get fucked up, which sucked, but oh well.
“So it works! Great. We’ll try it with beer another night. Get me a good lager and booze me up and then you can have your way with me!” She looked forward to that!
“Shit, I’d do that anyway.” Pam smirked, running a hand up Maia’s knee. “Or you act like you won’t do that entirely on your own.” She wasn’t judging. Maia liked her booze. So did she.
“Shhh...I like to be shite-faced. And you like that I like that. So I don’t want to hear it!” Pam was the only thing keeping Maia upright, by now. She was swaying.
Pam could tell. “Time for bed, honey.” She scooped Maia up, tossing her over her shoulder. “Ain’t gonna sleep yet, though.” She started to carry Maia back toward the bedroom.
“Mmm don’t wanna sleep.” She held onto Pam like she was a princess being carried by her Princess.
“Definitely not going to be any sleep.” Not if Pam had her way. “I promised you fooling around. And I am a woman of my word.”
“Well then. Lets see if you can…” she yawned. “Keep me awake!”
“Challenge accepted.” Pam chucked Maia onto her bed and immediately ducked her head under Maia’s skirt.
The people in the flat next door heard Maia utter a sound that was almost inhuman.