Fanfic Update! Whip It, Bliss/Iron Maven, heist
For the Femslash Today porn battle. It's a sequel to this prompt involving cowboy hats.
It had been a month since Bliss began what was loosely termed as a relationship with Iron Maven. Loosely termed because they didn’t go on dates. In fact, they didn’t do much of anything besides have sex. Mind blowing, brilliantly good sex, but just sex.
Sometimes Bliss wanted more but she wasn’t entirely sure how to broach the subject. Just the fact that she was even having sex with Maven was somewhat amazing to her. It wasn’t that she didn’t think she was good enough, far from it, but just the very situation itself was hard to wrap her mind around. Maven, who had always been a constant source of antagonism and torment, was now the most regular cause of happiness and pleasure in her life.
Two weeks after Bliss’ loosely termed relationship with Maven started a sudden crime spree affected the league. Or to be more precise, it affected their beer supply which was stored at the warehouse to sell during their bouts. The beer was a large source of their profits and helped to pay for their mortgage on the warehouse as well as the various league supplies like uniforms.
“There’s been a heist!” Smashley had wailed upon first discovering the missing beer.
After informing the police of the missing beer and break in, they waited for something to be done. What happened was another break in and more beer missing and at this point Maven became just as incensed as Smashley at someone guzzling down their profits. Which was why Bliss found herself hiding underneath the stands with the older woman in the middle of the night inside the dimly lit warehouse on what resembled a stake out. The older woman was sitting cross legged, her eyes trained on the storage area where the beer was kept with a handgun resting at her left side. When Bliss first saw it, her eyes bugged out, and Maven smirked, flashing her conceal and carry permit before dragging Bliss with her underneath the stands where they were now lying in wait.
“Why do you have a gun?” asked Bliss finally. Despite growing up in Texas and being well aware of the stereotypes people liked to perpetuate about her state and the people in it she’d never known anyone who owned a gun before now.
“Because I like them,” Maven said simply, her eyes fixed ahead, sweeping through the warehouse. When Bliss kept staring at her, she gave a heavy sigh then looked at the younger woman. “My daddy was president of his gun club for sixteen years, right up until the day he died.” A grin quirked on her lips and she said, “I used to enter father and daughter gun shoots with him. We always won.”
“I’m sorry,” said Bliss, suddenly feeling guilty for asking, although she wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t like she could know that Maven’s father was dead. In fact, it was hard to much of anything about Maven when the other woman pretty much refused to talk to her and all they did together was have sex. Really incredibly fantastic sex but just sex.
Dragging her gaze over to Bliss, a wry expression on her features, Maven replied, “Nothing to be sorry about. Happened a long time ago.” Releasing a snort, Maven continued, “I was younger than you when he died. Just thirteen.”
Bliss didn’t know how to respond to this except say I’m sorry again and she knew Maven wouldn’t appreciate that so her mind drifted to the fact that she had been forcibly volunteered for this stake out. “Why did you want me here?” she asked. “I mean, it’s Smashley who is all worked up about this. She really wanted to catch these guys.”
“She’d drive me nuts,” Maven muttered, moving her neck in a circle and keeping her eyes focused ahead. “Smash doesn’t have an off button, you know? She’s constantly running on high. Either literally or figuratively. At least I can relax with you.”
“Can you?” asked Bliss before she could help herself, the words launching from her lips. When Maven turned to look at her, lifting an eyebrow in curiosity at this, she ducked her head and said, “It’s just… we don’t talk or anything. We only… you know.”
“Fuck?” Maven offered with a chuckle.
“Yeah,” said Bliss, controlling her blush, her gaze suddenly hard as it met Maven’s. “That’s all this is, isn’t it?”
No response, just the creak of leather, indicating Maven’s movement then Bliss found herself looking into the older woman’s eyes. They were dark and serious and it seemed to Bliss as if Maven was looking for something when she stared at her but what it was she had no idea. Finally, a slow smile curved on her lips, and she drawled, “You feeling neglected, Ruthless?”
“No,” Bliss said stubbornly, her jaw setting into a line, looking away from Maven and hating herself for feeling this way. It was stupid to want more from Maven. Having amazingly good sex should be enough. Anything more than that with Maven would just make her crazy, she was sure of it. The problem was trying to get her head to tell her heart that.
“I don’t believe you,” murmured Maven, her breath hot on Bliss’ skin, and despite herself she shivered at those warm hands on her skin and she twisted around to face the other woman, doing her best to keep her neutral expression. Arching an eyebrow at Bliss’ reaction, Maven released a tutting noise, hands trailing up to unbutton the younger woman’s shirt. “That’s not a good face.”
“Sorry my face disappoints you,” said Bliss, feeling thoroughly snarky and a little stung.
“There’s nothing about you that disappoints me,” Maven revealed, pushing open the shirt and looking up. Bliss immediately softened on hearing this, and it presumably showed on her features, because the older woman chuckled and said, “That’s my girl.” With that, she surged forward, meeting Bliss’ lips for a passionate kiss and gently pushing her down onto the cool concrete of the warehouse floor, which still left Maven with the perfect vantage point to see their would be thieves. When they parted, she turned her head to one side, unable to look at the older woman and Maven’s hand lay flat on her cheek, turning her head until their eyes met, her gaze veiled as she looked down at her. “Ruthless,” she seemed to almost sigh, her brow furrowing in a strangely adorable look of exasperation. “What do you want?”
Swallowing the lump in her throat, Bliss couldn’t look at Maven, it hurt too much and she knew it was stupid. This whole thing was stupid. She was technically an adult, she should be able to handle having a fuck buddy, and she didn’t want to stop what she was doing with Maven. As much as she was miserable now she would just feel ten times worse if it were to end and Bliss was sure that’s what would happen if she actually answered Maven’s question with complete honesty.
Her mother taught her that little white lies were a necessary thing in life at times. That you had to use them to protect your pride or to prevent hurting someone’s feelings and right now Bliss knew using one was utterly unavoidable in this situation. Telling the whole truth was out of the question and that’s why when she looked back to Maven, she said, her voice steady but hitching as Maven’s fingers trailed down her cheek, caressing her pulse point lightly, “I want you to fuck me.”
That smile formed on Maven’s lips, the one that Bliss was always secretly fond of, the one that was arrogance and charm and a hint of utter knowing, like she had the secrets of the world at her grasp just waiting to divulge them. “I can do that,” Maven said in husky tones, lowering her head, nipping at Bliss’ throat, hands moving downward to trail over pale skin. “How do you want it? Mouth, fingers, or tongue?” She lifted her head up to peer at Bliss with dark and amused eyes. “Ladies choice.”
Watching as Maven lowered her head, her lips leaving a path of kisses down her abdomen, Bliss was breathless as Maven’s hand moved to her pussy, cupping it over her jeans and she felt herself squirm in response. “Mouth,” she managed to say as a tongue accompanied lips on the travelogue of her body. Maven’s laughter washed over her and Bliss found it oddly comforting. She used to find it a source of irritation, the sound bragging and filled with antipathy for her and her teammates, but now it was something else entirely. The older woman’s hands were at her jeans, unzipping them and pulling them down with her panties in a smooth tug and Bliss threw her head back, staring at the beer storage area, absently wondering if the thieves would arrive while they were occupied. Any thoughts of this nature left her head the moment Maven’s mouth was on her pussy. Threading her fingers into Maven’s long hair, Bliss’ body would have arched off the ground if not for Maven’s hands holding her hips steady, keeping her still as her tongue swept into her before alternating to suck on her clit. Maven was toying with her, she was sure of it, because she had made her come much faster than this. In what seemed like seconds at times and scowling hard, Bliss yanked at the older woman’s hair, glaring at the smug look that greeted her when Maven’s head rose and she demanded, “Fingers.”
Her laughter returning, Maven slid upwards, kissing Bliss languidly, taking her time to taste and explore and just when Bliss was ready to pull away from the older woman and force her fingers inside, they were there, moving in a strong and steady rhythm. Thumb brushing over her clit as three fingers thrust into her and Bliss lifted her hips, meeting their welcome invasion, wanting to feel them deeper, as deep as they could go, and when she came, Bliss squeezed her thighs hard, capturing Maven’s hand and refusing to release her. Wanting to keep the older woman with her in whatever way she could, though she knew it was pathetic.
Silence except for her heavy breaths and Bliss looked off to one side, embarrassment coloring her features, hating herself for feeling this needy. She was better than this, she knew she was, and she was giving too much away. Maven sure had to know something was wrong after this display. The other woman was hardly stupid.
“Ruthless,” Maven muttered, her breath warm on Bliss’ skin, her free hand going up to touch her face. “What the fuck is going on with you? You’ve been acting weird for weeks now.” Bliss didn’t reply because she didn’t want to hear the inevitable rejection she was sure would follow and Maven released a noise of total frustration then said, “Fine. Whatever. You know what? We can just stop this. It’s obviously screwing with your head, doing the nasty with another chick. Especially one twice your age.”
Turning her head, her eyes going wide, Bliss’ thighs unclenched and she was only vaguely aware of Maven’s fingers retreating and the older woman trying to pull away from her but she reached out, grabbing onto Maven’s shoulders to keep her still. “What did you say?” she asked, suddenly wondering if Maven might have worries similar to her own about their situation.
“You heard what I said,” Maven practically snarled. “Now get your hands off me.”
“No,” said Bliss, her confidence returning full force, sure of herself and what she wanted now. The very concept that Maven might have her own anxieties about what they were doing helped to erase her own sense of unease and studying the dark look on the older woman’s features, Bliss wondered why she never saw it before. “I don’t want it to be just fucking.” Maven’s eyes narrowed but she didn’t reply, instead looking at Bliss with a sullen but expectant expression. “I want to date you.”
She watched that sullen look transform into confusion then something more murky and Bliss had never been the greatest at reading Maven’s moods but she found it downright impossible at the moment. Especially when Maven’s head suddenly jerked up and Bliss started to say her name but found herself silenced by a hand clamping over her mouth.
“I got you fuckers,” Maven proclaimed with certain triumphant glee, reaching for her handgun and crawling out from under the stands. Bliss rolled onto her stomach and noticed for the first time the figures of five teenage boys in the process of committing yet another beer heist. Hastily pulling up her panties and jeans, she followed Maven out and watched as the older woman shouted, “Someone’s been stealing my beer!” Bliss had just stood up when Maven formed a wicked grin and fired the handgun causing the teenagers to curse and scramble, disappearing out of the warehouse, and Maven laughed then looked over at Bliss who appeared somewhat horrified. Smirking and cocking her head to one side, Maven drawled, “It’s just blanks, Ruthless. But I think it scared them enough the little shits won’t be trying it again. Course,” Maven frowned heavily. “We need to replace these locks. I keep telling Razor that.”
“Maven,” said Bliss finally, a frown still present on her features, shifting from foot to foot. “About what I said…”
“What?” asked Maven as she flicked her hair over her shoulder. “You want to take it back already?” She snorted and put the gun’s safety into place before tucking it between the small of her back and her jeans, tugging her leather jacket down to cover it. “Figures.”
“I don’t want to take it back!” Bliss exclaimed, suddenly furious, a scowl forming. Studying Maven suspiciously, she put her hands on her hips and challenged, “Do you want me to take it back?” Instead of a reply, Maven kept her gaze off to one side and studying the older woman, the tense set of her jaw and how her shoulders were bunched, Bliss reached for her hand and moved to stand in front of her, ducking her head until their eyes met. “I was telling the truth,” she murmured. “I want to date you.”
“Ruthless,” said Maven, sounding thoroughly exhausted and almost sardonic, a mocking smile curving on her lips. “You-”
“I’m not a kid and I’m not confused and I know what I want,” Bliss interrupted, somehow knowing the protests that were going to come from Maven, smirking when she saw the look of surprise on the other woman’s features. “I don’t care that you’re older than me, I don’t even care that you’re an asshole most of the time, I just care about you and I want to date you and that’s that, okay?”
“Okay,” Maven replied, releasing a chuckle, and lifting an eyebrow. “You going to let me talk now?”
“Yeah,” said Bliss sheepishly.
“You really want to date me,” said Maven skeptically, studying Bliss with lidded eyes, looking as if she was truly trying to work her brain around the idea. “No shitting?”
“None at all,” said Bliss, shaking her head, looking at Maven earnestly.
More silence as Maven studied her then the older woman smirked as she reached out to hook her fingers into the belt loops of Bliss’ jeans, using them to tug the younger woman forward. “All right,” she drawled, her voice rich like honey, a mischievous glint in her gaze as she looked at Bliss. “Let’s date.”
“Really?” Bliss breathed, her eyes going wide, not quite believing it.
“Really,” Maven chuckled, tugging Bliss forward again until they were pressed against one another. Her hand reached up to bury itself in Bliss’ hair, lightly scratching her scalp. “Isn’t that what you wanted to hear, Ruthless?”
“Yes,” said Bliss in something of a daze. Her eyes narrowed and she demanded, “You’re not just saying it because you know it’s what I want?” When Maven burst into raucous laughter at this, Bliss couldn’t help but follow along after a few moments, because once she thought about it the idea of Maven doing such a thing was ridiculous and completely out of character. “I’m sorry,” Bliss muttered, resting herself in the crook of Maven’s neck. “That was a dumbass question.”
Kissing the top of Bliss’ head, Maven grinned and replied, “Yeah. It was but I like it when you’re a dumbass. Sometimes it’s pretty fucking cute.” Bliss tipped her head up, scowling before she felt a familiar twinge in her lower abdomen at the rakish smile Maven wore and rising up on her toes, she kissed the older woman long and hard. Her hands moving with expertise down her front, cupping Maven’s breasts and pinching the nipples through the thin material of her shirt, well aware of Maven’s braless state. “Fuck, Ruthless,” was all that Maven could mutter as Bliss shoved the shirt up and replaced her fingers with her mouth.
Pausing in her exploration, Bliss looked up, a sudden fit of playfulness seizing her as she asked, “Mouth, fingers, or tongue?” When Maven erupted into laughter on hearing this, she grinned and continued, “It is ladies choice.”
“I’m not a lady,” Maven drawled with humorous appreciation, a full smile curving on her lips. “So I’ll let you choose.”
Matching Maven’s smile and suddenly feeling enormously grateful for their would be teenage beer thieves, Bliss rose up to kiss the other woman as she decided that really, the only smart thing to do would be to choose all three. Because if there was one thing that Bliss believed in it was that certain things should be done thoroughly and sex with Maven? Was definitely on the top of that list.
End
It had been a month since Bliss began what was loosely termed as a relationship with Iron Maven. Loosely termed because they didn’t go on dates. In fact, they didn’t do much of anything besides have sex. Mind blowing, brilliantly good sex, but just sex.
Sometimes Bliss wanted more but she wasn’t entirely sure how to broach the subject. Just the fact that she was even having sex with Maven was somewhat amazing to her. It wasn’t that she didn’t think she was good enough, far from it, but just the very situation itself was hard to wrap her mind around. Maven, who had always been a constant source of antagonism and torment, was now the most regular cause of happiness and pleasure in her life.
Two weeks after Bliss’ loosely termed relationship with Maven started a sudden crime spree affected the league. Or to be more precise, it affected their beer supply which was stored at the warehouse to sell during their bouts. The beer was a large source of their profits and helped to pay for their mortgage on the warehouse as well as the various league supplies like uniforms.
“There’s been a heist!” Smashley had wailed upon first discovering the missing beer.
After informing the police of the missing beer and break in, they waited for something to be done. What happened was another break in and more beer missing and at this point Maven became just as incensed as Smashley at someone guzzling down their profits. Which was why Bliss found herself hiding underneath the stands with the older woman in the middle of the night inside the dimly lit warehouse on what resembled a stake out. The older woman was sitting cross legged, her eyes trained on the storage area where the beer was kept with a handgun resting at her left side. When Bliss first saw it, her eyes bugged out, and Maven smirked, flashing her conceal and carry permit before dragging Bliss with her underneath the stands where they were now lying in wait.
“Why do you have a gun?” asked Bliss finally. Despite growing up in Texas and being well aware of the stereotypes people liked to perpetuate about her state and the people in it she’d never known anyone who owned a gun before now.
“Because I like them,” Maven said simply, her eyes fixed ahead, sweeping through the warehouse. When Bliss kept staring at her, she gave a heavy sigh then looked at the younger woman. “My daddy was president of his gun club for sixteen years, right up until the day he died.” A grin quirked on her lips and she said, “I used to enter father and daughter gun shoots with him. We always won.”
“I’m sorry,” said Bliss, suddenly feeling guilty for asking, although she wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t like she could know that Maven’s father was dead. In fact, it was hard to much of anything about Maven when the other woman pretty much refused to talk to her and all they did together was have sex. Really incredibly fantastic sex but just sex.
Dragging her gaze over to Bliss, a wry expression on her features, Maven replied, “Nothing to be sorry about. Happened a long time ago.” Releasing a snort, Maven continued, “I was younger than you when he died. Just thirteen.”
Bliss didn’t know how to respond to this except say I’m sorry again and she knew Maven wouldn’t appreciate that so her mind drifted to the fact that she had been forcibly volunteered for this stake out. “Why did you want me here?” she asked. “I mean, it’s Smashley who is all worked up about this. She really wanted to catch these guys.”
“She’d drive me nuts,” Maven muttered, moving her neck in a circle and keeping her eyes focused ahead. “Smash doesn’t have an off button, you know? She’s constantly running on high. Either literally or figuratively. At least I can relax with you.”
“Can you?” asked Bliss before she could help herself, the words launching from her lips. When Maven turned to look at her, lifting an eyebrow in curiosity at this, she ducked her head and said, “It’s just… we don’t talk or anything. We only… you know.”
“Fuck?” Maven offered with a chuckle.
“Yeah,” said Bliss, controlling her blush, her gaze suddenly hard as it met Maven’s. “That’s all this is, isn’t it?”
No response, just the creak of leather, indicating Maven’s movement then Bliss found herself looking into the older woman’s eyes. They were dark and serious and it seemed to Bliss as if Maven was looking for something when she stared at her but what it was she had no idea. Finally, a slow smile curved on her lips, and she drawled, “You feeling neglected, Ruthless?”
“No,” Bliss said stubbornly, her jaw setting into a line, looking away from Maven and hating herself for feeling this way. It was stupid to want more from Maven. Having amazingly good sex should be enough. Anything more than that with Maven would just make her crazy, she was sure of it. The problem was trying to get her head to tell her heart that.
“I don’t believe you,” murmured Maven, her breath hot on Bliss’ skin, and despite herself she shivered at those warm hands on her skin and she twisted around to face the other woman, doing her best to keep her neutral expression. Arching an eyebrow at Bliss’ reaction, Maven released a tutting noise, hands trailing up to unbutton the younger woman’s shirt. “That’s not a good face.”
“Sorry my face disappoints you,” said Bliss, feeling thoroughly snarky and a little stung.
“There’s nothing about you that disappoints me,” Maven revealed, pushing open the shirt and looking up. Bliss immediately softened on hearing this, and it presumably showed on her features, because the older woman chuckled and said, “That’s my girl.” With that, she surged forward, meeting Bliss’ lips for a passionate kiss and gently pushing her down onto the cool concrete of the warehouse floor, which still left Maven with the perfect vantage point to see their would be thieves. When they parted, she turned her head to one side, unable to look at the older woman and Maven’s hand lay flat on her cheek, turning her head until their eyes met, her gaze veiled as she looked down at her. “Ruthless,” she seemed to almost sigh, her brow furrowing in a strangely adorable look of exasperation. “What do you want?”
Swallowing the lump in her throat, Bliss couldn’t look at Maven, it hurt too much and she knew it was stupid. This whole thing was stupid. She was technically an adult, she should be able to handle having a fuck buddy, and she didn’t want to stop what she was doing with Maven. As much as she was miserable now she would just feel ten times worse if it were to end and Bliss was sure that’s what would happen if she actually answered Maven’s question with complete honesty.
Her mother taught her that little white lies were a necessary thing in life at times. That you had to use them to protect your pride or to prevent hurting someone’s feelings and right now Bliss knew using one was utterly unavoidable in this situation. Telling the whole truth was out of the question and that’s why when she looked back to Maven, she said, her voice steady but hitching as Maven’s fingers trailed down her cheek, caressing her pulse point lightly, “I want you to fuck me.”
That smile formed on Maven’s lips, the one that Bliss was always secretly fond of, the one that was arrogance and charm and a hint of utter knowing, like she had the secrets of the world at her grasp just waiting to divulge them. “I can do that,” Maven said in husky tones, lowering her head, nipping at Bliss’ throat, hands moving downward to trail over pale skin. “How do you want it? Mouth, fingers, or tongue?” She lifted her head up to peer at Bliss with dark and amused eyes. “Ladies choice.”
Watching as Maven lowered her head, her lips leaving a path of kisses down her abdomen, Bliss was breathless as Maven’s hand moved to her pussy, cupping it over her jeans and she felt herself squirm in response. “Mouth,” she managed to say as a tongue accompanied lips on the travelogue of her body. Maven’s laughter washed over her and Bliss found it oddly comforting. She used to find it a source of irritation, the sound bragging and filled with antipathy for her and her teammates, but now it was something else entirely. The older woman’s hands were at her jeans, unzipping them and pulling them down with her panties in a smooth tug and Bliss threw her head back, staring at the beer storage area, absently wondering if the thieves would arrive while they were occupied. Any thoughts of this nature left her head the moment Maven’s mouth was on her pussy. Threading her fingers into Maven’s long hair, Bliss’ body would have arched off the ground if not for Maven’s hands holding her hips steady, keeping her still as her tongue swept into her before alternating to suck on her clit. Maven was toying with her, she was sure of it, because she had made her come much faster than this. In what seemed like seconds at times and scowling hard, Bliss yanked at the older woman’s hair, glaring at the smug look that greeted her when Maven’s head rose and she demanded, “Fingers.”
Her laughter returning, Maven slid upwards, kissing Bliss languidly, taking her time to taste and explore and just when Bliss was ready to pull away from the older woman and force her fingers inside, they were there, moving in a strong and steady rhythm. Thumb brushing over her clit as three fingers thrust into her and Bliss lifted her hips, meeting their welcome invasion, wanting to feel them deeper, as deep as they could go, and when she came, Bliss squeezed her thighs hard, capturing Maven’s hand and refusing to release her. Wanting to keep the older woman with her in whatever way she could, though she knew it was pathetic.
Silence except for her heavy breaths and Bliss looked off to one side, embarrassment coloring her features, hating herself for feeling this needy. She was better than this, she knew she was, and she was giving too much away. Maven sure had to know something was wrong after this display. The other woman was hardly stupid.
“Ruthless,” Maven muttered, her breath warm on Bliss’ skin, her free hand going up to touch her face. “What the fuck is going on with you? You’ve been acting weird for weeks now.” Bliss didn’t reply because she didn’t want to hear the inevitable rejection she was sure would follow and Maven released a noise of total frustration then said, “Fine. Whatever. You know what? We can just stop this. It’s obviously screwing with your head, doing the nasty with another chick. Especially one twice your age.”
Turning her head, her eyes going wide, Bliss’ thighs unclenched and she was only vaguely aware of Maven’s fingers retreating and the older woman trying to pull away from her but she reached out, grabbing onto Maven’s shoulders to keep her still. “What did you say?” she asked, suddenly wondering if Maven might have worries similar to her own about their situation.
“You heard what I said,” Maven practically snarled. “Now get your hands off me.”
“No,” said Bliss, her confidence returning full force, sure of herself and what she wanted now. The very concept that Maven might have her own anxieties about what they were doing helped to erase her own sense of unease and studying the dark look on the older woman’s features, Bliss wondered why she never saw it before. “I don’t want it to be just fucking.” Maven’s eyes narrowed but she didn’t reply, instead looking at Bliss with a sullen but expectant expression. “I want to date you.”
She watched that sullen look transform into confusion then something more murky and Bliss had never been the greatest at reading Maven’s moods but she found it downright impossible at the moment. Especially when Maven’s head suddenly jerked up and Bliss started to say her name but found herself silenced by a hand clamping over her mouth.
“I got you fuckers,” Maven proclaimed with certain triumphant glee, reaching for her handgun and crawling out from under the stands. Bliss rolled onto her stomach and noticed for the first time the figures of five teenage boys in the process of committing yet another beer heist. Hastily pulling up her panties and jeans, she followed Maven out and watched as the older woman shouted, “Someone’s been stealing my beer!” Bliss had just stood up when Maven formed a wicked grin and fired the handgun causing the teenagers to curse and scramble, disappearing out of the warehouse, and Maven laughed then looked over at Bliss who appeared somewhat horrified. Smirking and cocking her head to one side, Maven drawled, “It’s just blanks, Ruthless. But I think it scared them enough the little shits won’t be trying it again. Course,” Maven frowned heavily. “We need to replace these locks. I keep telling Razor that.”
“Maven,” said Bliss finally, a frown still present on her features, shifting from foot to foot. “About what I said…”
“What?” asked Maven as she flicked her hair over her shoulder. “You want to take it back already?” She snorted and put the gun’s safety into place before tucking it between the small of her back and her jeans, tugging her leather jacket down to cover it. “Figures.”
“I don’t want to take it back!” Bliss exclaimed, suddenly furious, a scowl forming. Studying Maven suspiciously, she put her hands on her hips and challenged, “Do you want me to take it back?” Instead of a reply, Maven kept her gaze off to one side and studying the older woman, the tense set of her jaw and how her shoulders were bunched, Bliss reached for her hand and moved to stand in front of her, ducking her head until their eyes met. “I was telling the truth,” she murmured. “I want to date you.”
“Ruthless,” said Maven, sounding thoroughly exhausted and almost sardonic, a mocking smile curving on her lips. “You-”
“I’m not a kid and I’m not confused and I know what I want,” Bliss interrupted, somehow knowing the protests that were going to come from Maven, smirking when she saw the look of surprise on the other woman’s features. “I don’t care that you’re older than me, I don’t even care that you’re an asshole most of the time, I just care about you and I want to date you and that’s that, okay?”
“Okay,” Maven replied, releasing a chuckle, and lifting an eyebrow. “You going to let me talk now?”
“Yeah,” said Bliss sheepishly.
“You really want to date me,” said Maven skeptically, studying Bliss with lidded eyes, looking as if she was truly trying to work her brain around the idea. “No shitting?”
“None at all,” said Bliss, shaking her head, looking at Maven earnestly.
More silence as Maven studied her then the older woman smirked as she reached out to hook her fingers into the belt loops of Bliss’ jeans, using them to tug the younger woman forward. “All right,” she drawled, her voice rich like honey, a mischievous glint in her gaze as she looked at Bliss. “Let’s date.”
“Really?” Bliss breathed, her eyes going wide, not quite believing it.
“Really,” Maven chuckled, tugging Bliss forward again until they were pressed against one another. Her hand reached up to bury itself in Bliss’ hair, lightly scratching her scalp. “Isn’t that what you wanted to hear, Ruthless?”
“Yes,” said Bliss in something of a daze. Her eyes narrowed and she demanded, “You’re not just saying it because you know it’s what I want?” When Maven burst into raucous laughter at this, Bliss couldn’t help but follow along after a few moments, because once she thought about it the idea of Maven doing such a thing was ridiculous and completely out of character. “I’m sorry,” Bliss muttered, resting herself in the crook of Maven’s neck. “That was a dumbass question.”
Kissing the top of Bliss’ head, Maven grinned and replied, “Yeah. It was but I like it when you’re a dumbass. Sometimes it’s pretty fucking cute.” Bliss tipped her head up, scowling before she felt a familiar twinge in her lower abdomen at the rakish smile Maven wore and rising up on her toes, she kissed the older woman long and hard. Her hands moving with expertise down her front, cupping Maven’s breasts and pinching the nipples through the thin material of her shirt, well aware of Maven’s braless state. “Fuck, Ruthless,” was all that Maven could mutter as Bliss shoved the shirt up and replaced her fingers with her mouth.
Pausing in her exploration, Bliss looked up, a sudden fit of playfulness seizing her as she asked, “Mouth, fingers, or tongue?” When Maven erupted into laughter on hearing this, she grinned and continued, “It is ladies choice.”
“I’m not a lady,” Maven drawled with humorous appreciation, a full smile curving on her lips. “So I’ll let you choose.”
Matching Maven’s smile and suddenly feeling enormously grateful for their would be teenage beer thieves, Bliss rose up to kiss the other woman as she decided that really, the only smart thing to do would be to choose all three. Because if there was one thing that Bliss believed in it was that certain things should be done thoroughly and sex with Maven? Was definitely on the top of that list.
End