Who: Pam Swynford de Beaufort and Maia Amell What: Pam vs. Scientology When: 1/11 Where: Pam's house Rating: R for smutty things, language and magical violence Status: Complete
It was after dark, and Maia was supposed to come over when she finished at the library. Pam had had clients for the last five days in a row, so having one night to wear shlubby clothes and do dirty things to her girlfriend sounded like fucking heaven. She was sitting on the couch, watching a terrible movie, sipping from a blood bag, and enjoying herself, thank you very much.
She got up to get one more, heading into the kitchen, but then her eyes, designed for the dark, saw it - a pair of human eyes peering into her kitchen window. “What the fuck!” Pam sputtered, running toward it without thinking, vampiric speed helping her cross the kitchen in an eyeblink.
By the time she could focus again, though, it was gone. Still, Pam felt violated. Felt studied, analyzed, sized up. “That bitch,” she growled, before raising her voice. “If you fuckers are still out there, I will personally rip off your nut sacks with my bare hands!” And she’d used vampiric speed, too - what if they tried to ‘out’ her somehow? What if they got the hunters on her? She knew they were real.
Maia stepped out of her shitty car, then grabbed her backpack and her staff from the back seat. She locked the door and literally skipped to the door. She was in a good mood, and she couldn't help it - she was going to live it up while she could live it up and fuck anyone who tried to get her down.
She rapped with her staff and bounced on her heels.
Pam jumped, but realized it was probably Maia. “That you?” she called, just to be safe. She didn’t like feeling this edgy.
Maia rolled her eyes. "No, it's the pillsbury doughboy. Are you all right, love?" She looked around with a slightly more aware and wary expression in her eyes. Something was wrong. Pam sounded wrong. She was worried.
“Pissed off. C’mon in.” Pam still sounded worried, she knew, but she had to act like it was nothing. At least for now. “I think I might have myself a creepy client. And I’m debating what to do about it.”
“Tell me about it?” She kissed Pam, pushing her against the door deliberately and exhibitionistly. She even groped her a little while her tongue was down Pam’s throat.
Mm. Well, this was a damn nice distraction. “Scientologist,” she managed, in between kisses. “Fuckers tailing me. Either hunters or Scientologists.” And she was seriously considering killing them, given that Lo hadn’t been able to get them off her. Pam reached around and squeezed Maia’s ass.
She nipped at Pam's throat. "Mm. I'm not sensing anything strange, but then again they're not Darkspawn." She was about ready to have Pam in the doorway. Give the bastards a show. "Maybe we need to teach them a lesson, Pamela."
“Maybe I need to kill and eat one of ‘em,” Pam mumbled. But then Maia was doing something extra nice. “Maybe later.”
“Now now, we don’t need to kill and eat anyone to have a little fun.” She started to unbutton Pam’s shirt. It had been a whole two days since she’d seen Pam naked and she was desperate. “We can bloody freak them out though.”
“Maia, they might know I’m ... what I am.” Pam didn’t stop her girlfriend, though. “Vampire hunters exist.”
“They don’t know about mages,” Maia assured her. “Especially mages who protect their companions at all costs.” She stopped talking then, as her lips and mouth got distracted with Pam’s breasts. In the open doorway.
Pam couldn’t help but laugh, deep and aroused. “I gotta ... if they’re vamp hunters, Maia.” But now, she was getting convinced that it might be able to wait. Her deadening fingers found Maia’s hips and lower back, closing her eyes at the feel of skin. “Gonna ... I have neighbors.” Hey, at least if they threw her in jail for indecent exposure, the Scientology fuckers or whoever they were couldn’t get her.
"If they can't see anything," she purred. "Then they can't complain, can they, love?" Maia kissed Pam, half expecting someone to try to take advantage of their distraction. And step into a magical trap she'd cast as she'd waited at the door.
Something happened, but it wasn’t footsteps - it was a flashbulb. “Fuck.” Pam stopped a second, looking really pissed off.
"Where," Maia said, turning and shielding her hand with her other hand as she prepared an electric spell. "Lets ruin a bleeding camera."
“Not with fucking,” Pam said, trying to fix her shirt at least for the time being. “The bushes, there.” She was having a hard time keeping her fangs in at this point; they tended to escape when she wanted to kill things.
"Oops. I slipped," Maia said, as a bolt shot towards the bushes.
Pam heard the very soft curse - “Fuck!” - though she wasn’t sure if Maia would hear it.
She raised her voice, thinking it might cover the sound of another spell if Maia tried one. “Anyone who might still be here. I meant it. Suing your asses is going to be fun. And I will do it if you don’t get the fuck off my property.”
Hopefully that camera got fried. And hopefully it was an expensive one. "Bloody pussies! Too scared to show your faces?" She laughed. "We're just two birds having a snog on the porch!”
She risked it. Pam let her fangs out. “I’ve never eaten Scientologist before. If I see either of you again, I’ll disembowel you and try it.” She grabbed Maia and slammed the door behind them. “Thanks for the camera,” she told her girlfriend before going back to that kiss. All this threatening was working up an appetite.
“I kind of want...mmh!” Maia laughed into the kiss, threading her arms around Pam’s neck and one leg around her waist. She kind of wanted this. This was good. She could go with this.
Pam tried to pull her fangs back in so she wouldn’t draw blood, at least not until Maia was ready for it, with decent success. She groped at Maia’s ass again, squeezing a little and pulling her close. “Really hope you saved my ass.” It was hard not to worry, which was annoying. Normally she didn’t have anything to worry about. At least, if it was her creepy little client’s bodyguards, Maia could handle herself against them.
"I love you," Maia breathed. They still didn't say the words often, but it felt oddly important right now. She met Pam's eyes and stroked her cheek. "If I can do anything for you, I will."
And this was why she kept Maia around; despite Maia’s wandering eye, Pam still felt loved. “Means a lot,” she said, serious. Pam didn’t trust many people. She didn’t want to talk too much, though. Talking was for pussies and therapy. She just never saw the point of most of it. So instead, she kissed Maia again, deeper. Longer. More wanting. Hopefully Maia got the picture.
Maia closed her eyes and let her tongue do the talking. And her hands, and then her tongue again. She got a little rough, and a little possessive, determined to distract her girlfriend from her worries.
Pam liked rough. She dropped to her knees, glad the woman didn’t usually bother with panties.
"Oh...!" Maia let out a laugh. "Oh maker..."
It had been a while since she’d done this. And it wasn’t actually a hardship for her to go down on Maia; she got off on the noises. Sure, they had strap-ons and everything, but this really was best.
Too long, Maia decided. She was torn between watching Pam and closing her eyes, and the latter won because she quickly found it impossible to do anything more than prop herself against the nearest sturdy object and enjoy it. She didn't even pretend that she could be quiet. If she ever doubted monogamy, Pam always seemed able to make her very happy.
Doing this in bed was understandably easier on her neck, but it was kind of a turn-on when she felt Maia’s knees go. And she always did. Pam hummed softly, hoping it would blow her mind.
Maia did something she'd never done before. Her knees started to buckle and when Pam hummed she cried out, and a nearby table burst into flame.
Pam heard the noise and felt the heat, and sort of managed to catch Maia before they both fell. “Ho, shit!” She couldn’t help laughing, even though she was a little freaked out. “Can you put it out? Maia!”
She flailed her hand and the fire increased. "hold...hold on. Maker...hold on." She threw an iceball and that took care of it. Only then did she start laughing. "I'm so, so sorry about your table!"
Fuck the table; Pam was just glad her house wasn’t on fire. “It’s okay, really. Jesus.” She was still laughing. “Gonna have to fireproof the damn bedroom, if you set a fire every time you come.”
"That's...that's a first," Maia assured her. She leaned against her girlfriend and started to giggle again. "You're amazing. Just amazing." She brushed hair out of Pam's face. "You make me so happy."
“Same,” Pam said, preferring to kiss her again instead of say sappy things. She wasn’t the type, but thankfully, Maia knew it. It meant a lot that Maia got how she was. “You gonna protect me when the vamp hunters come calling?” She was only half joking.
"In a heartbeat," she said, and moved into Pam's lap on the floor. "Maybe I should stay for a little while. You know. For your protection."
“Yeah? You don’t have to be at the library at ass o’clock tomorrow?” Pam nipped with human teeth on Maia’s neck.
"Nope. Don't have library duty this semester and no class." She closed her eyes and tilted her head to expose more of her neck for her lover. "I could have someone check on you when I'm not here, too. Like my cousin."
“I’m mostly worried about the daytime.” She kissed and licked up the side of Maia’s neck to her jaw. “Night, I’m here, I can handle any fucker who tries to get in here. Daytime, they’d get the jump on me.”
"Well tomorrow you'll be safe when I'm not fondling you," she replied, fondling her for emphasis. "I won't let anything happen to you. I'll try to put a few traps and wards up for you."
Pam grinned. “Aw, you love me.”
“I just like the easy arse,” Maia retorted, but her eyes were twinkling.
“You bitch.” Pam shoved her lightly, getting up, clothes still messed up. “That’s it, nobody’s getting fucked tonight.” But she was amused.
“Well if you’re going to be like that.” Maia looked up at her with the most coy expression she could manage. “I guess I’ll juuuust have to leave you frustrated. I hear there’s a new Jeopardy…”
“Please, I’m not the bottom.” Pam scoffed, amused.
“Sometimes.” Maia promised.
“If I’m easy, so are you.” Pam stopped walking, turning around, waiting for Maia to get up. “Bitch.”
“Slut.” She crawled to her feet and stretched. “Or slattern I suppose, if you wanted to go from my world.” She winked.
“I don’t even know what that means.” Pam made a face. “You’re such a bitch. You just want me for the sex.” But she came back over and kissed Maia again, slapping her on the ass. “C’mon, I think I have handcuffs. Or wait, you’d just set my fucking bed on fire.”
Maia eye darted. “I solemnly swear I won’t set anything on fire unless you lose the key.”
“Fair.” Pam slapped her girlfriend’s ass again. Because she could. “Then let’s go. Just be ready for anything that shows up, I guess?”