Who: Pam de Beaufort and Maia Amell What: Maia gets some backstory When: 2/4 Where: Maia's place Rating/Warning: PG13, language and sex Status: Complete
Pam had gotten more comfortable staying at Maia’s overnight since they’d set up a bed in the basement at her place. She’d started to feel kind of bad that Maia always had to come to her place, so they’d come up with a new plan. And Maia had gotten rewarded with a new toy for her help - Pam never knew it was possible to almost break a strap-on.
They were asleep now, pleasantly exhausted, but Pam was tossing and turning. Being buried underground had a way of freaking a girl out, even in her dreams.
Maia's legs were in a state of non-function, which was just awesome. Pam seemed to have an uncanny ability to know when to scratch some of Maia's itches. She rolled over and slipped her arm around Pam's waist. She was always pleasantly surprised that Pam slept at all. She always figured vampires just kept going like energizer bunnies.
They really needed more batteries.
Pam whimpered, turning toward Maia in her sleep. Erik was gone - taken by the Authority! What the fuck was she going to do? Run Fangtasia with a baby vamp to look after? “Tara!” she called, sounding panicked. “Tara!”
Who the fuck is Tara? Maia rubbed at her eyes and sat up, looking down at Pam. “Babe?” Pam was dreaming, and she didn’t want to risk waking her. In this state the vampire could accidentally hurt her. She decided to slip out of the bed then try to wake Pam.
Tara was in her arms now, and she didn’t want to be that close, but it did feel kind of good to have somebody around otherwise she’d eat the entire goddamned Authority. “Let me go.”
“Pam?” Maia rubbed at her jaw, now safely away from her lover. She cracked her knuckles then sent off a little jolt of electricity. “Wake up Pam, you’re havin’ a nightmare!”
The jolt helped. Tara couldn’t conduct electricity. Pam yelped, bolting awake. “Fuck!” She breathed, trying to focus in and out. She didn’t in theory need to breathe, but the rhythm helped. “Fuck.” She looked at Maia. “I am really sorry. You okay?”
Maia had been ready to throw up a shield. She wasn’t a healer or even a buffer but she knew some of the basics. Fortunately she didn’t have to. “I’m fine. I just didn’t want to startle you awake in range of your teeth, love.” She sat on the bed. “Are you okay? That’s the relevant question here, love.”
“Fine.” Pam had to re-orient herself, but otherwise, she was fine. She was in Maia’s basement. With ... oh, shit. “If I called out for Tara, she’s my progeny.” Not a lover. At least not yet.
“It wouldn’t matter to me either way,” Maia pointed out. She’d had how many lovers in her dreams? And actually loved a couple of them. “I know you’re mine here. She’s someone you bit?”
“Yeah. Fuckin’ Sookie made me.” Pam sighed. “Sookie’s this human. Annoying as hell, really. Cute little gash, but ... just, no.” She rolled her eyes, batting her eyelashes and giggling like Sookie would have to illustrate. “I did it ‘cause then she’d owe me. But Tara turned out smart, too.” And, she had to be honest, hot.
“Yeah? So she was like Sookie…” Maia snickered at the name. “Sookie’s friend? Or Sookie’s ‘friend.’ And bugger what kind of name is Sookie?”
“God, I don’t know. An annoying one?” Pam made a face. “Tara was stupid at first - all racist and shit against vamps - but then she made peace with it. Didn’t hurt that I was her Maker.” She smirked, enjoying the memory for a second before explaining. “If your Maker gives you an order, you have to obey it. I mean, Makers can’t abuse it, but anything within reason, you gotta do it.”
“What stops a maker from abusing it?” She was curious to know. Archdemons in a way were a lot like that, giving the darkspawn orders, and the darkspawn couldn’t disobey them. Demons who possessed humans were an extreme example of that too.
“The Authority.” Pam shrugged. “Basically like having your ass hauled into court. You can get tossed out into the sunlight for abusing your progeny.”
“Well I guess that’s a good bloody thing then, but kind of reminds me of the chantry and the circle.” Maia hated the chantry and the circle, but she could understand the need to police powerful forces. The concept of the Circle was fine - self-policing and governance. The execution of course still made her skin crawl.
“How?” Pam cocked her head. “I mean, yeah, the Authority’s a pain in the ass and they kidnapped my Maker” - which bothered her more while awake than she wanted to admit - “but I guess we can’t exactly just go around killing shit. Or making progeny our sex slaves or something.” She couldn’t help but smirk at that.
"Self-policing, but there's always the chance for corruption in the ranks." Maia made a face. "Give someone enough power and it corrupts pretty easily. I'm not even immune to that."
“Well, yeah, I guess. Though let’s face it, if you’re a vampire, you’re kinda corrupt already.” Pam shrugged. “At least according to how most humans see it.”
“Many humans would be a lot more disturbed by what we did last night than the blood sucking thing,” Maia pointed out, with a smirk.
“Many humans are homophobic assholes.” Pam pointed out. “In the interest of not bullshitting you, Eric is the one I wouldn’t trust myself around, if he were here. By the way. Not Tara.” She and Tara hadn’t done much yet. Who knew if they would. “Apparently dream me is only mostly a dyke.”
“So that’s who I need to turn into a newt, then?” Maia replied, her accent growing suddenly a lot more cockney. “I trust you, Pamela.”
Pam laughed. “I just don’t want to bullshit you.” She beckoned Maia back toward the bed. “Eric was my maker, and he ... yeah.” She sighed. “I liked his style. But I like yours too. And I hope my little present helped the whole wanting-dick thing.”
“We need a new one,” She looked over at the toy then picked it up. “We broke it. I’m not even sure how that’s possible.” Few things embarrassed her, and this was considered a bloody thing to be proud of!
“I’ll just go back to the same store. Hopefully the skeevy counter guy won’t give me shit, though. There was a little ... like ... high school girl in there or something. Big shock of red hair.” Pam wrinkled her nose. That was starting a little early for her liking.
Maia wrinkled her nose. “Buying toys? I think I got my first one when I was fifteen.” she grinned in fond memory. “I was a right slut. I still am.”
“No, she was behind the counter. I got my first one when I was like twelve.” Pam laughed. “But working in a porn shop at that age is probably warping her or some shit. I don’t know.” She kissed Maia once she was back within reach. “Sorry I woke you.”
“Well you know how you can make up for it, right?” Maia replied, flopping the broken thing in her hand like it was some limp, rotted fruit.
“I got a few ideas.” Pam smiled genuinely. “I can go down there once it’s dark again.” The clock over Maia’s shoulder said 6:27, and that was either just getting light or just getting dark. She was relieved that Maia wasn’t making a big deal about the Eric thing - she’d been honest, because it wasn’t like Eric was here.
If Pam was willing to look past Maia being flighty, then Maia was willing to give Pam a shot. She could get jealous, but it was rare. So instead she pulled Pam over. “Lets pass the time, then.”
“Sounds good to me.” Pam wrapped an arm around the mage. “You’re one of the only people who’s ever gotten me to say I love you, you know.”
“I’m tricksy that way,” Maia murmured, tugging Pam down on top of her.