Fanfic Update! Hip Check: Three (Whip It, Babe Ruthless/Iron Maven)
TITLE: Hip Check
SERIES: Whip It
AUTHOR: Dreiser
EMAIL: dreiser7@yahoo.com
YAHOO ID: dreiser7
MY WEBSITE: http://www.dreiser.org/
CONTENT: F/F romance. F/F sex. Babe Ruthless/Iron Maven. Third fic in the Versus and Pace Line series. I can't seem to quit writing. It's problematic.
SUMMARY: Babe Ruthless thought roller derby was a lot like life, just when things are going good you're hit with a hip check.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but my enjoyment for taking naps.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you've read the book version of Whip It please don't get confuzzled. Malice In Wonderland in this fic is an original character and has nothing to do with the book version of Maggie Mayhem. I just had to use the name since it's so good. If you want to hear Maven's fictional taste in music and some good Johnny Cash songs download this.
Hip Check
By: Dreiser
Part Three...
Because Maven made a pastime out of keeping her emotions locked away, hardly ever speaking about them and only showing them when she felt it was safe to let the inclination arise, Bliss had learned to read how Maven felt through her actions. After one and a half years together Bliss discovered a trend that linked Maven’s level of depression to how often she played Johnny Cash. When her parents returned her Christmas card Delia’s Gone was a favorite and then when sister left to attend Texas A&M it was Ain’t No Grave and this time Bliss was greeted by the man in black singing his cover of Heart of Gold by Neil Young.
Maven was sitting on the couch, head tilted back and staring up at the ceiling, her long legs stretched out in front of her, resting on the coffee table. Her eyes were closed and Bliss’ gaze was drawn to the older woman’s hands that were clutching her black zebra t-shirt which was a favorite item of clothing for Maven to steal. Closing the door and walking over to the stereo to lower the volume, Bliss headed over to Maven and waited for something. An acknowledgement, a movement, something. None of that came and frowning deeply, Bliss refused to let this go on any longer. She was sick of Maven ignoring her and just accepting it as simply a part and parcel of their life, at least lately, and placing her hands on Maven’s shoulders, Bliss straddled her lap.
Studying her t-shirt that was held in an iron grip, almost as if Maven was afraid she’d take it away from her, Bliss found herself asking, “Why do you have my zebra shirt?”
A burst of laughter came from Maven and she dropped her head down, meeting Bliss’ gaze, a twisted smile curving on her lips and she said, “I always liked how you looked in it.” Maven moved to look at the shirt and muttered, “I guess I wanted a souvenir.” Fixing her eyes on Bliss, she had a unforgiving look on her features. “You got hundreds of these things anyway. I just want one.”
“You can have it,” said Bliss softly, pressing the shirt closer to Maven, leaning down to put their faces just a breath apart. She raised her hand, tentatively touching Maven’s cheek, halfway expecting the older woman to jerk away and feeling relieved when Maven stayed in place. “You can have anything you want from me.”
“Really,” Maven’s tones were caustic and her expression cynical and while Bliss finally knew what was the reason for this she couldn’t help being hurt that Maven expected her to be like all the others. Turning away from Bliss and looking out the window that gave her a wonderful view of the alley and another brick building, Maven said, “I knew this would happen. Not Blanche showing her bitch ass back in town but this…” Maven waved her hand absently between them and she drew her gaze back to Bliss as that twisted smile reappeared on her lips. “I knew it couldn’t last.”
“Why would you say that?” asked Bliss, her anger barely restrained, furious that Maven was willing to give up on them and everything they had without knowing the facts of the matter. When Maven didn’t reply and moved her gaze back to the window, Bliss scowled and grabbed her face, turning it until they were eye to eye as she demanded, “Why, Emily?”
“It’s the fucking circle of life,” Maven drawled, shoving Bliss’ hand from her face, and frowning as she watched Bliss stubbornly hold onto it, entwining their fingers. Looking at the younger woman, she continued, “I know you don’t like me bringing it up but reality is, you’re nineteen years younger than me, Bliss. People your age don’t stick with one person. Hell,” Maven snorted and shrugged her shoulders. “I didn’t stick with one person. So how in the fuck should I expect you to? You should date, you’re young, and it’s not like I’m some sort of prize. If I was you, this probably would’ve been over a long time ago.”
“Do you want to break up with me?” Bliss questioned and she halfway expected her voice to be strangled but instead it was betrayed and angry and she supposed her emotions were coming to the surface because she was enraged that Maven was doing this. Again, no reply came from Maven and her scowl deepened and Bliss felt her fingers contract as she held onto the older woman’s chin and finally Maven looked at her with belligerence. “Well?”
“It’s going to happen,” said Maven sullenly, her gaze veiled.
“It doesn’t have to!” Bliss exploded and she wanted to shake some sense into Maven and her hands fell to her shoulders, gripping them, and she halfway gave into this urge. “I’m still in love with you. Aren’t you in love with me? Don’t you want us to be together? Or are you so fucking scared I’ll do to you what those other people did that you’re willing to let me go?” Silence and Maven had that infuriatingly obstinate look on her features and unable to take it any longer, Bliss did shake the older woman, fingers digging into her shoulders as she managed to get Maven to finally acknowledge her. “Are you still in love with me?”
“Yes,” Maven finally replied in resentful tones that matched the look on her face and for the first time Bliss didn’t hate how she sounded or looked when she was like this. In fact, because of the word that Maven just said, because she admitted she was still in love with her, Bliss found it downright adorable and she was ready to hold, to kiss, to fuck the other woman like there was no tomorrow when Maven finished, “But love doesn’t last, Bliss.”
“It can,” said Bliss just as obstinately. “We can make it last if we want it to.” Ducking her head down and holding Maven’s face gently but firmly in her hands, making sure Maven couldn’t look at anything but her, she asked, “Do you want that?”
Maven released an exasperated noise and rolled her eyes, her jaw forming a hard line and she attempted to look away but Bliss held firm and finally Maven focused on her and for a second time she said, “Yes.”
As far as Bliss was concerned there was nothing more for her to say at the moment and she surged downward, capturing Maven’s lips in a fierce kiss, trying to convey everything she felt for the older woman in that wet press. When Maven opened her mouth, accepting the kiss and encouraging it to become deeper, Bliss wanted to cry because it had been so long since anything like that happened. For weeks now it had been the opposite, Maven rejecting her, Maven pushing her away, Maven trying to do anything to avoid having this sort of intimacy with her but now all of that was over and Bliss couldn’t be more ecstatic. When they parted that sullen look she had unfortunately grown used to had left Maven’s features and was replaced with a look of pleased self-satisfaction that Bliss had always considered enormously charming.
“I love you,” Bliss murmured, sweeping her hands over Maven’s long hair, moving it away from her face before her hands returned to that face, caressing the lines and memorizing the easy smile forming on the older woman’s features. “And I don’t want anyone but you and I just want you to feel the same way about me.” When Maven’s brow furrowed in confusion, Bliss reddened and she suddenly realized with everything that had gone on with Blanche the other woman hadn’t ever noticed Bliss’ immediate feelings of jealousy towards Malice. “It’s nothing,” she said, not really wanting to admit her foolishness.
“No,” said Maven, her hands sliding over Bliss’ hips, tugging the brunette forward and her hands moved over the small of her back, caressing her skin and causing Bliss to shiver at her touch. “You were right all those times when you said I was making this worse by not saying anything. I’m not gonna claim that I’ll change overnight but I’ll try from now on to tell you how I feel but none of that’s going to do any good if you don’t do the same.”
“Malice,” Bliss admitted uncomfortably, shifting on Maven’s lap, and laughing at the utter confusion on Maven’s features. Exasperated and embarrassed, she exclaimed, “I was jealous of her! You paid her all that attention at first and I know it was stupid but I was jealous and the other Holy Rollers, they told me not to worry, but I did, okay?”
“Malice,” Maven blinked and looked utterly dumbfounded. Then that easy smile curved on her lips again and there was a fond twinkle in her eyes as she said, “Baby… she reminds me of Grace, that’s all.”
“Grace?” repeated Bliss, her eyes going wide. “Your little sister?”
Nodding her head and chuckling, Maven continued, “Don’t you think they look alike? With that light blonde hair that’s always in a bow or some girly shit and she’s even shy like Grace is.”
“You’re telling me I was jealous of Malice and you just thought of her like your kid sister,” said Bliss slowly, wondering at the ridiculousness of the situation. Maven smirked and nodded her head, a hand sliding up to curl in Bliss’ hair, caressing her scalp while urging her to move forward and Bliss did, ducking down to leave their lips just a breath apart. “I’m an idiot.”
“Probably,” Maven chuckled, rising up to capture Bliss’ lips in a sweet kiss. “But you’re my idiot.”
Laughing at this, Bliss nuzzled Maven’s neck and murmured, “That’s got to be the cheesiest thing you’ve ever said to me.” She peered up at Maven and said, “You know it’s the same with Blanche. There’s nothing to be jealous about. You’re the one I want.” Bliss’ face scrunched up as she considered the encounter at ‘Bout Time as she added, “And she really creeps me out.”
“You know, don’t you?” questioned Maven and her gaze was lidded. Bliss instinctually knew that Maven was referring to her past with Blanche. “Who spilled anyway? Was it Jackie?”
“No,” Bliss shook her head, nibbling on her lip nervously. “I made Smashley and Eva tell me. They didn’t want to though. Smashley especially,” she said, recalling her fellow Hurl Scout’s adamant refusal. “Are you mad?”
Snorting at this, Maven said sardonically, “Doesn’t do much good to get pissed now. You know what you know and I probably should’ve told you from the start. Would’ve saved us a shitload of problems.”
“I know why you didn’t,” said Bliss softly, cupping Maven’s cheek. “What she did to you was awful.”
“She made a fucking joke out of me,” Maven snarled and her jaw clenched as she looked out the window, her fingers contracting and digging into the couch. “When she came back I couldn’t stand thinking it was going to happen again. Not with you.” Maven’s lips pursed and she formed a wry smile as she looked at Bliss and reached up to push a lock of hair from her eyes. “I don’t know how I got so goddamn attached to you but just the thought she was going to take you away was worse than anything she’d done before.” Raising an eyebrow, a derisive chuckle escaping her, Maven drawled, “And how’s that for cheesy?”
Instead of replying, Bliss kissed Maven, hard and fast and she could hear Maven groan before she opened her mouth, welcoming Bliss in and deepening their embrace as Bliss hands slid underneath her shirt. They separated just long enough for Bliss to remove Maven’s shirt and she was pleased to find the older woman had gone without a bra today. Ducking her head down, she captured a firm nipple in her mouth, alternating from one breast to the other, leaving a trail of kisses down her abdomen as she set about unzipping Maven’s leather pants. Leading her kisses upward and sucking on the older woman’s pulse point, she was equally pleased to discover that Maven had decided against wearing panties yet again. When she reached Maven’s pussy, she found it wet and ready for her, and Bliss lifted her head, meeting their eyes.
“I love you,” Bliss murmured, thrusting two fingers inside Maven, delighting in the groan that Maven released and loving the way she hissed out the word fuck at the welcome invasion. Her thumb lightly brushing over Maven’s clit as she moved inside the other woman in a slow and torturous movement, delighting in the feel and the texture of the other woman, wanting to memorize it because of how she thought not so long ago she might never be doing this again. Maven rose up, tangling her fingers in Bliss’ hair and dragging her down for a savage kiss, sucking on her tongue, and tasting everything she had to offer, leaving Bliss breathing raggedly when they parted. But she didn’t stop her movements, instead she increased the speed of her thrusts before curling her fingers upwards, gratified at the feeling of Maven contracting in an orgasm. She remained inside Maven, wanting to keep the connection as she kissed the older woman’s cheek, breathing in her scent. For some reason it occurred to Bliss that she had been sitting on Maven’s lap and legs for almost an hour and she found herself asking, “Are your legs asleep?”
Uproarious laughter was the only reply and Bliss couldn’t help but join in, especially when Maven’s arms wrapped around her body, pulling her into a close embrace and burying her face in the crook of Maven’s neck, Bliss couldn’t remember being happier.
--
Bliss was talented at predicting how unusual a season would be but she didn’t have the same skill when it came to her own performance in said season. She never would have thought taking a hit from Kami Kaze would send her flying over the barrier and onto the hard concrete, giving her a concussion and a grade three sprained ankle, and in the process keeping her from playing the rest of the season. The only good thing, if you could call it that, was the recollection of Maven shoving her way through the crowd and snarling at people to back the fuck off as they waited for the volunteer medical staff who attended the bouts to look her over. Some might think it foolish but Bliss couldn’t help but feel a strange pleasure from witnessing Maven’s obvious concern for her although she wondered if her thoughts on the matter were influenced by being concussed at the time. Either way, Bliss found it entirely romantic and having the memory made her feel a little bit better about not being able to play.
Of course, without Bliss as their jammer, the Hurl Scouts didn’t fair nearly as well and when it came down to the decisive bout to see who would play the undefeated Holy Rollers in the league championship they lost to Blanche Davidian and the Black Widows. The Holy Rollers were always seen as outsiders within the league, the most isolated of all the teams, but over time, because of Maven’s relationship with Bliss, they had slowly begun to integrate themselves to a certain degree. While it wasn’t common knowledge what had gone on between Maven and Blanche in the past it was definitely known that something had happened and it wasn’t good and for once, people in the league took the side of a Holy Roller in a fight.
Maven was mean and she was abrasive and she was definitely a bitch but she was family and Blanche was now viewed as something of an outsider who was fucking with one of their own. Which was why when the championship bout arrived it was the Holy Rollers who were viewed as the favorite by everyone in the league for victory. Wanting to be involved despite her injury, Bliss volunteered to work as a member of the medical staff for the rest of the bouts in the season, including the championship bout which put her squarely in the center of the track, watching the action first hand.
They were waiting for the official start time and Bliss’ gaze kept drifting towards the Holy Rollers who were flocked around Maven and Alonso who were giving a joint pep talk. During this, Smother Theresa must have given another one of her unconscious verbal foibles because they burst into laughter at something she said while she turned bright red and cussed them out. The only person not laughing along was Malice who murmured something to Theresa who grinned and threw an arm around Malice’s shoulder in a one armed hug that caused Malice to blush prettily. Bliss wondered if Malice’s crush on Maven had transferred over to Theresa but she didn’t think too long on it as her gaze moved to the crowd and the sight of her boss.
After weeks of encouragement and prodding, Josh had managed to work up the courage to ask Maggie out and Bliss found it all too appropriate that their first date was attending the championship bout. Putting two fingers in her mouth, she let loose a high pitched whistle and grinned when Josh jumped and looked her way. Wearing a huge smile, she waved at him and when Maggie was distracted by Smashley she added a thumbs up for good measure. Josh looked sheepish but altogether happy and returned the gesture before focusing his attention on Maggie.
Johnny Rocket’s voice boomed throughout the warehouse, announcing the start of the bout as he gave the team line ups. The Black Widows were met by a healthy amount of cheers but it was nothing in comparison to what the Holy Rollers received and in particular, Malice, who much like Bliss before her was seen as an easy shoe in for Rookie Of The Year at the upcoming Whammy’s. She watched Maven talking to Malice and now that she knew what to look for she could see the tendency for affectionate teasing her girlfriend had when it came to Malice was exactly how she treated Grace. In particular, there was the habit Maven had of rapping her knuckles on Malice’s helmet which was entirely similar to her practice of ruffling Grace’s hair.
Malice skated up to the start line, facing off against Blanche and Bliss couldn’t have been happier when the second whistle sounded to see the tiny blonde rocketing into the lead. It had taken some time, longer than it had for Bliss in fact, for Malice to get the hang of giving hits rather than taking them. Something the Holy Rollers credited to Malice simply being too damn nice for her own good, which was considerably ironic considering her name, but once Malice got over this, she gave them as good as she got. Which is why when Blanche attempted to overtake her Bliss couldn’t restrain herself from shouting Malice’s name gleefully when the blonde hip checked her off the track.
In many ways, the bout reminded Bliss of the times the Hurl Scouts faced the Holy Rollers in the league championships. It was a close game, with the points wavering from one team to another in terms of who was in the lead and when they reached the half time break the Black Widows were ahead by ten. Bliss was supposed to be impartial, all the medical staff was, but all the same, she couldn’t help herself from heading into the crowd and the back locker room where the Holy Rollers were meeting.
Poking her head around the corner, she was surprised to find the locker room in relative silence. While it was somewhat debatable, the Holy Rollers definitely boasted one of the most boisterous, if not the most boisterous line up with the exception of Malice who remained her bashful self off the track, and for them to be quiet, especially during their championship bout was a tad unusual. Knocking on the wall, Bliss knew she must have formed a goofy smile when they turned in unison to face her.
“Ruthlessssss,” the Holy Rollers sing songed, forming identical shit eating grins on their faces, and this time even Malice joined in while Maven rolled her eyes and made her way through the crowd of her suddenly jovial teammates to the other woman.
“Hey,” said Bliss and she felt inexplicably shy and it must have shown because Maven was gracing her with that indulgent smile she wore whenever she thought Bliss was being particularly cute. Blushing despite herself, she asked, “How’s it going?”
“Aww, baby,” Maven drawled, reaching out to play with Bliss’ brown curls, wrapping them around her finger and ducking her head down so they were just a breath apart from kissing. “Were you worried about us?”
Scowling and folding her arms across her chest, Bliss muttered, “I just wanted to check on you.”
“You’ll see,” murmured Maven and her breath was warm on Bliss’ skin, causing the brunette to shiver, especially when long fingers trailed down the length of her neck. “We’re going to kick their prissy asses all over the track. Now,” Maven cupped her chin, lifting her head and forming a wide and reckless smile as she said, “give me a kiss for a luck. Not that I need it.”
Laughing and shaking her head, Bliss rose up on her tip toes and kissed Maven to the hoots and catcalls of the Holy Rollers and strange as it would have been to think this just two years ago, she felt as if the Holy Rollers were as much her family as the Hurl Scouts. Which is why she really wanted to see them wipe the track with the Black Widows and Blanche Davidian. She said as much when she parted from Maven and the Holy Rollers just sing songed her rollergirl name again, this time with overdone gratitude and false tears, causing Bliss to flip them off before exiting the locker room to overwhelming laughter that suited them far more than oppressive silence.
The bout soon resumed with Malice jamming against Eva Destruction and within eight minutes, the Holy Rollers were in the lead by five points. From that moment on, there wasn’t a second where you could easily predict who would be the victor. It seemed as if every other jam the leader in points changed and finally they were at the last two minutes of the bout and Bliss watched as the Holy Rollers gathered around Maven and Malice. The older woman wore an annoyed and incredulous look on her features and gestured emphatically at Malice and even the normally shy blonde appeared to be arguing with her mentor. Finally, Alonso clasped Maven’s shoulder and said something in her ear and when he pulled away, Maven’s expression softened and she was visibly surprised as she looked at her atypically earnest teammates. There was an easy curve to Maven’s spine that Bliss knew revealed an obvious happiness and Maven shrugged her shoulders then offered a wicked grin before grabbing the jammer’s star and sliding it over her helmet much to the pleasure of the other Holy Rollers and Alonso.
Blanche was waiting for Maven at the start line, skating on the inside, and as Maven moved into her traditional start position, her face a picture of determination and focus, Blanche turned to her and said something. Whatever it was caused Maven’s expression to darken and it was in this moment that Smashley’s voice pierced the air as she shouted, “Maven! Eye of the tiger!”
Releasing a burst of laughter and grinning at her teammate’s antics, Bliss observed how Maven visibly calmed thanks to Smashley’s odd form of encouragement which she responded to by forming a cocky smirk that appeared to disconcert Blanche. Then the second whistle sounded signaling the start of the jam. With the Black Widows doing an effective job of blocking, Blanche took the lead until she found herself trapped by Princess Slaya and Mary Jane Pain and it was then that Maven broke free of the pack and emerged as the lead jammer. It seemed like the longest two minutes of Bliss’ life but when it was over, it was Maven calling off the jam and the bout ended with the Holy Rollers firmly ahead by four points. Johnny Rocket’s voice boomed in the warehouse, sounding almost hysterical as he announced it was another undefeated season for the Holy Rollers.
She was helping the rest of the medical staff pack up their supplies since the bout was over and any immediate threat of injury was over when the Holy Rollers and the Black Widows were going through the traditional good bout hand slap routine. Bliss just happened to look up as Blanche came to Maven and the taller woman paused in front of her girlfriend and Bliss scowled as she watched Blanche form that glittering smile while her hand trailed up Maven’s arm. Her scowl quickly transformed into a look of amusement then perverse pleasure as Maven removed Blanche’s hand by smacking it aside before giving her a hard punch to the jaw. The fans in the arena seemed to freeze and even Johnny stopped his rambling about the biggest party ever at his place as they waited for Blanche’s reaction. She pulled herself up over the barrier then regarded Maven with something akin to admiration then nodded her head and skated off, leaving Maven to smirk triumphantly and turn her attention to Bliss.
A slight bow and a kiss blown her way along with a thoroughly naughty expression gracing Maven’s features was what Bliss received. Unable to help herself, Bliss abandoned the other medical staff and made her way up the track as Maven skated over to her. She started offer her congratulations but Maven cut her off with a kiss that was long and luxurious and left her seeing stars and just as she started to recover, Maven offered her that brash smile, looking utterly pleased with herself and kissed her again.
--
Three hours later, they were at Maven’s loft, arriving in a taxi due to their inebriated state. Bliss unlocked the door and they tumbled inside, mouths already connected in a deep kiss and hands removing clothing. Although Bliss had already lost her bra in the taxi ride over thanks to Maven’s innovation and insistent need to touch her breasts. It was a strangely erotic but unsettling moment, delighting in the feel of Maven’s hands on her naked breasts only to look up and see the eyes of their taxi cab driver in the rear view mirror. It was then that Bliss put a stop to anything but kissing in the cab until they reached the loft.
Making their way to the bedroom, Maven pulled Bliss’ shirt over her head, tossing it carelessly aside as Bliss kicked off her shoes and Maven said, “You see Eva and Sparks tonight? They were putting on a good show in the hot tub. I thought Johnny was going to pass out.”
“Rosa did go a little overboard with her consolation,” Bliss remarked wryly, her eyes darkening with desire as she watched Maven remove her own shirt. Moving forward to do away with Maven’s bra, she rose up on her toes, kissing the elegant line of the older woman’s neck as she murmured, “Not that I didn’t do the same thing with my congratulations.”
Chuckling at this and watching with lidded eyes as Bliss unbuckled her belt, Maven asked, “You think they’re on again?”
“Maybe,” said Bliss with a frown, scowling until she managed to undo the belt, and grinning wide, she yanked Maven’s jeans down, delighted to find her girlfriend had decided to go commando.
Trying her level best to focus on her powers of balance and concentration, which was difficult with several shots and more than a few beers in her, Bliss lifted one of Maven’s legs and repeated this action as she pulled off one boot then the other. Maven’s hands tangled in her hair, using Bliss' head to maintain her own stability standing, squinting down at her as Bliss tugged the jeans away from Maven’s body. “They’re a cute couple sometimes,” Maven offered absently. Bliss looked up as Maven continued, “I didn’t think anything could last until I got with you. They might have a shot though.”
“Why do you keep talking about Rosa and Eva while I’m getting you naked?” asked Bliss, her alcohol addled mind moving slowly and she regarded Maven almost suspiciously. “You don’t want to have a foursome or something do you?”
Breaking out into raucous laughter, Maven’s eyes had a humorous glint and she drawled, “I’m already naked. It’s you whose got too many clothes on, baby.” When Bliss blushed at this and allowed Maven to pull her to her feet only to push her down onto the bed in a sitting position. Maven knelt in front of her and set about taking Bliss’ jeans off, smirking as she said, “They are pretty fucking hot but I don’t have that sort of interest in them. Just watching them, I was thinking about something Eva was saying to me a few weeks back, how she was wanting to take her relationship with Sparks to another level and all this Oprah crap.” Bliss watched with outright fascination as Maven rambled on, “Just thought that tiny ass apartment of yours would get crowded with Eva there all the time trying to level up or something. Also be a hassle since I know how you hate people getting into your shit…”
“Emily,” Bliss said her name in a hush, happiness clinging to her tones as she cupped Maven’s cheek and lifted her head so their eyes would meet. “Is this your way of asking me to move in with you?”
“You already got a key,” responded Maven defiantly. When Bliss didn’t reply, she scowled and demanded, “Yes or no?”
“Yes,” said Bliss, laughing and leaning down to kiss Maven, delighting in the way the older woman’s features softened into something beautiful and smugly satisfied on hearing her answer. “I’ve wanted to live with you for months. I just thought it would be rude of me to ask. I mean, it’s your loft and I know,” Bliss laughed again on seeing Maven’s sardonic look on hearing this, “it’s silly but I didn’t feel like it was polite and I didn’t want you to say no so I just didn’t ask.”
Snorting at this and rising up to push Bliss back on the bed as she removed her jeans and panties, Maven hovered over Bliss, her long hair falling over them and a smirk forming on her features. “You can be as rude as you want with me,” she murmured, her breath hot on Bliss skin and the younger woman gasped as Maven sucked on her nipple as her hands slid over her body. “It’s not like shit like that will stop me from loving you so ask whatever you want. All right, Bliss?”
“All right,” Bliss agreed breathlessly, unable to help the huge smile forming on her features.
A smile which only got wider as Maven continued her explorations and Bliss’ hips rose off the bed as Maven went down on her, tongue siding inside her pussy and Bliss wondered if this might be the most perfect night of her life. It certainly felt that way and it was all because she had finally received confirmation of Maven’s feelings for her and she had that reassurance she always wanted. That Maven wanted them to last as much as she did, that this was for the long run, and it didn’t matter what problems they had, what things knocked them off course because they would get through them.
Life could be like roller derby at times, just when it's going good that's when you take a hit but the important thing was to get back up and keep going and they had done that. They had gotten past the problems with Blanche and Malice and they were still going and for Bliss that was all the evidence she needed to know that this was the real thing. Their love would keep right on going as long as they wanted it to and now that she knew Maven felt the same, she didn’t see how it could end.
Which was all that Bliss ever wanted.
End
SERIES: Whip It
AUTHOR: Dreiser
EMAIL: dreiser7@yahoo.com
YAHOO ID: dreiser7
MY WEBSITE: http://www.dreiser.org/
CONTENT: F/F romance. F/F sex. Babe Ruthless/Iron Maven. Third fic in the Versus and Pace Line series. I can't seem to quit writing. It's problematic.
SUMMARY: Babe Ruthless thought roller derby was a lot like life, just when things are going good you're hit with a hip check.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but my enjoyment for taking naps.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you've read the book version of Whip It please don't get confuzzled. Malice In Wonderland in this fic is an original character and has nothing to do with the book version of Maggie Mayhem. I just had to use the name since it's so good. If you want to hear Maven's fictional taste in music and some good Johnny Cash songs download this.
Hip Check
By: Dreiser
Part Three...
Because Maven made a pastime out of keeping her emotions locked away, hardly ever speaking about them and only showing them when she felt it was safe to let the inclination arise, Bliss had learned to read how Maven felt through her actions. After one and a half years together Bliss discovered a trend that linked Maven’s level of depression to how often she played Johnny Cash. When her parents returned her Christmas card Delia’s Gone was a favorite and then when sister left to attend Texas A&M it was Ain’t No Grave and this time Bliss was greeted by the man in black singing his cover of Heart of Gold by Neil Young.
Maven was sitting on the couch, head tilted back and staring up at the ceiling, her long legs stretched out in front of her, resting on the coffee table. Her eyes were closed and Bliss’ gaze was drawn to the older woman’s hands that were clutching her black zebra t-shirt which was a favorite item of clothing for Maven to steal. Closing the door and walking over to the stereo to lower the volume, Bliss headed over to Maven and waited for something. An acknowledgement, a movement, something. None of that came and frowning deeply, Bliss refused to let this go on any longer. She was sick of Maven ignoring her and just accepting it as simply a part and parcel of their life, at least lately, and placing her hands on Maven’s shoulders, Bliss straddled her lap.
Studying her t-shirt that was held in an iron grip, almost as if Maven was afraid she’d take it away from her, Bliss found herself asking, “Why do you have my zebra shirt?”
A burst of laughter came from Maven and she dropped her head down, meeting Bliss’ gaze, a twisted smile curving on her lips and she said, “I always liked how you looked in it.” Maven moved to look at the shirt and muttered, “I guess I wanted a souvenir.” Fixing her eyes on Bliss, she had a unforgiving look on her features. “You got hundreds of these things anyway. I just want one.”
“You can have it,” said Bliss softly, pressing the shirt closer to Maven, leaning down to put their faces just a breath apart. She raised her hand, tentatively touching Maven’s cheek, halfway expecting the older woman to jerk away and feeling relieved when Maven stayed in place. “You can have anything you want from me.”
“Really,” Maven’s tones were caustic and her expression cynical and while Bliss finally knew what was the reason for this she couldn’t help being hurt that Maven expected her to be like all the others. Turning away from Bliss and looking out the window that gave her a wonderful view of the alley and another brick building, Maven said, “I knew this would happen. Not Blanche showing her bitch ass back in town but this…” Maven waved her hand absently between them and she drew her gaze back to Bliss as that twisted smile reappeared on her lips. “I knew it couldn’t last.”
“Why would you say that?” asked Bliss, her anger barely restrained, furious that Maven was willing to give up on them and everything they had without knowing the facts of the matter. When Maven didn’t reply and moved her gaze back to the window, Bliss scowled and grabbed her face, turning it until they were eye to eye as she demanded, “Why, Emily?”
“It’s the fucking circle of life,” Maven drawled, shoving Bliss’ hand from her face, and frowning as she watched Bliss stubbornly hold onto it, entwining their fingers. Looking at the younger woman, she continued, “I know you don’t like me bringing it up but reality is, you’re nineteen years younger than me, Bliss. People your age don’t stick with one person. Hell,” Maven snorted and shrugged her shoulders. “I didn’t stick with one person. So how in the fuck should I expect you to? You should date, you’re young, and it’s not like I’m some sort of prize. If I was you, this probably would’ve been over a long time ago.”
“Do you want to break up with me?” Bliss questioned and she halfway expected her voice to be strangled but instead it was betrayed and angry and she supposed her emotions were coming to the surface because she was enraged that Maven was doing this. Again, no reply came from Maven and her scowl deepened and Bliss felt her fingers contract as she held onto the older woman’s chin and finally Maven looked at her with belligerence. “Well?”
“It’s going to happen,” said Maven sullenly, her gaze veiled.
“It doesn’t have to!” Bliss exploded and she wanted to shake some sense into Maven and her hands fell to her shoulders, gripping them, and she halfway gave into this urge. “I’m still in love with you. Aren’t you in love with me? Don’t you want us to be together? Or are you so fucking scared I’ll do to you what those other people did that you’re willing to let me go?” Silence and Maven had that infuriatingly obstinate look on her features and unable to take it any longer, Bliss did shake the older woman, fingers digging into her shoulders as she managed to get Maven to finally acknowledge her. “Are you still in love with me?”
“Yes,” Maven finally replied in resentful tones that matched the look on her face and for the first time Bliss didn’t hate how she sounded or looked when she was like this. In fact, because of the word that Maven just said, because she admitted she was still in love with her, Bliss found it downright adorable and she was ready to hold, to kiss, to fuck the other woman like there was no tomorrow when Maven finished, “But love doesn’t last, Bliss.”
“It can,” said Bliss just as obstinately. “We can make it last if we want it to.” Ducking her head down and holding Maven’s face gently but firmly in her hands, making sure Maven couldn’t look at anything but her, she asked, “Do you want that?”
Maven released an exasperated noise and rolled her eyes, her jaw forming a hard line and she attempted to look away but Bliss held firm and finally Maven focused on her and for a second time she said, “Yes.”
As far as Bliss was concerned there was nothing more for her to say at the moment and she surged downward, capturing Maven’s lips in a fierce kiss, trying to convey everything she felt for the older woman in that wet press. When Maven opened her mouth, accepting the kiss and encouraging it to become deeper, Bliss wanted to cry because it had been so long since anything like that happened. For weeks now it had been the opposite, Maven rejecting her, Maven pushing her away, Maven trying to do anything to avoid having this sort of intimacy with her but now all of that was over and Bliss couldn’t be more ecstatic. When they parted that sullen look she had unfortunately grown used to had left Maven’s features and was replaced with a look of pleased self-satisfaction that Bliss had always considered enormously charming.
“I love you,” Bliss murmured, sweeping her hands over Maven’s long hair, moving it away from her face before her hands returned to that face, caressing the lines and memorizing the easy smile forming on the older woman’s features. “And I don’t want anyone but you and I just want you to feel the same way about me.” When Maven’s brow furrowed in confusion, Bliss reddened and she suddenly realized with everything that had gone on with Blanche the other woman hadn’t ever noticed Bliss’ immediate feelings of jealousy towards Malice. “It’s nothing,” she said, not really wanting to admit her foolishness.
“No,” said Maven, her hands sliding over Bliss’ hips, tugging the brunette forward and her hands moved over the small of her back, caressing her skin and causing Bliss to shiver at her touch. “You were right all those times when you said I was making this worse by not saying anything. I’m not gonna claim that I’ll change overnight but I’ll try from now on to tell you how I feel but none of that’s going to do any good if you don’t do the same.”
“Malice,” Bliss admitted uncomfortably, shifting on Maven’s lap, and laughing at the utter confusion on Maven’s features. Exasperated and embarrassed, she exclaimed, “I was jealous of her! You paid her all that attention at first and I know it was stupid but I was jealous and the other Holy Rollers, they told me not to worry, but I did, okay?”
“Malice,” Maven blinked and looked utterly dumbfounded. Then that easy smile curved on her lips again and there was a fond twinkle in her eyes as she said, “Baby… she reminds me of Grace, that’s all.”
“Grace?” repeated Bliss, her eyes going wide. “Your little sister?”
Nodding her head and chuckling, Maven continued, “Don’t you think they look alike? With that light blonde hair that’s always in a bow or some girly shit and she’s even shy like Grace is.”
“You’re telling me I was jealous of Malice and you just thought of her like your kid sister,” said Bliss slowly, wondering at the ridiculousness of the situation. Maven smirked and nodded her head, a hand sliding up to curl in Bliss’ hair, caressing her scalp while urging her to move forward and Bliss did, ducking down to leave their lips just a breath apart. “I’m an idiot.”
“Probably,” Maven chuckled, rising up to capture Bliss’ lips in a sweet kiss. “But you’re my idiot.”
Laughing at this, Bliss nuzzled Maven’s neck and murmured, “That’s got to be the cheesiest thing you’ve ever said to me.” She peered up at Maven and said, “You know it’s the same with Blanche. There’s nothing to be jealous about. You’re the one I want.” Bliss’ face scrunched up as she considered the encounter at ‘Bout Time as she added, “And she really creeps me out.”
“You know, don’t you?” questioned Maven and her gaze was lidded. Bliss instinctually knew that Maven was referring to her past with Blanche. “Who spilled anyway? Was it Jackie?”
“No,” Bliss shook her head, nibbling on her lip nervously. “I made Smashley and Eva tell me. They didn’t want to though. Smashley especially,” she said, recalling her fellow Hurl Scout’s adamant refusal. “Are you mad?”
Snorting at this, Maven said sardonically, “Doesn’t do much good to get pissed now. You know what you know and I probably should’ve told you from the start. Would’ve saved us a shitload of problems.”
“I know why you didn’t,” said Bliss softly, cupping Maven’s cheek. “What she did to you was awful.”
“She made a fucking joke out of me,” Maven snarled and her jaw clenched as she looked out the window, her fingers contracting and digging into the couch. “When she came back I couldn’t stand thinking it was going to happen again. Not with you.” Maven’s lips pursed and she formed a wry smile as she looked at Bliss and reached up to push a lock of hair from her eyes. “I don’t know how I got so goddamn attached to you but just the thought she was going to take you away was worse than anything she’d done before.” Raising an eyebrow, a derisive chuckle escaping her, Maven drawled, “And how’s that for cheesy?”
Instead of replying, Bliss kissed Maven, hard and fast and she could hear Maven groan before she opened her mouth, welcoming Bliss in and deepening their embrace as Bliss hands slid underneath her shirt. They separated just long enough for Bliss to remove Maven’s shirt and she was pleased to find the older woman had gone without a bra today. Ducking her head down, she captured a firm nipple in her mouth, alternating from one breast to the other, leaving a trail of kisses down her abdomen as she set about unzipping Maven’s leather pants. Leading her kisses upward and sucking on the older woman’s pulse point, she was equally pleased to discover that Maven had decided against wearing panties yet again. When she reached Maven’s pussy, she found it wet and ready for her, and Bliss lifted her head, meeting their eyes.
“I love you,” Bliss murmured, thrusting two fingers inside Maven, delighting in the groan that Maven released and loving the way she hissed out the word fuck at the welcome invasion. Her thumb lightly brushing over Maven’s clit as she moved inside the other woman in a slow and torturous movement, delighting in the feel and the texture of the other woman, wanting to memorize it because of how she thought not so long ago she might never be doing this again. Maven rose up, tangling her fingers in Bliss’ hair and dragging her down for a savage kiss, sucking on her tongue, and tasting everything she had to offer, leaving Bliss breathing raggedly when they parted. But she didn’t stop her movements, instead she increased the speed of her thrusts before curling her fingers upwards, gratified at the feeling of Maven contracting in an orgasm. She remained inside Maven, wanting to keep the connection as she kissed the older woman’s cheek, breathing in her scent. For some reason it occurred to Bliss that she had been sitting on Maven’s lap and legs for almost an hour and she found herself asking, “Are your legs asleep?”
Uproarious laughter was the only reply and Bliss couldn’t help but join in, especially when Maven’s arms wrapped around her body, pulling her into a close embrace and burying her face in the crook of Maven’s neck, Bliss couldn’t remember being happier.
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Bliss was talented at predicting how unusual a season would be but she didn’t have the same skill when it came to her own performance in said season. She never would have thought taking a hit from Kami Kaze would send her flying over the barrier and onto the hard concrete, giving her a concussion and a grade three sprained ankle, and in the process keeping her from playing the rest of the season. The only good thing, if you could call it that, was the recollection of Maven shoving her way through the crowd and snarling at people to back the fuck off as they waited for the volunteer medical staff who attended the bouts to look her over. Some might think it foolish but Bliss couldn’t help but feel a strange pleasure from witnessing Maven’s obvious concern for her although she wondered if her thoughts on the matter were influenced by being concussed at the time. Either way, Bliss found it entirely romantic and having the memory made her feel a little bit better about not being able to play.
Of course, without Bliss as their jammer, the Hurl Scouts didn’t fair nearly as well and when it came down to the decisive bout to see who would play the undefeated Holy Rollers in the league championship they lost to Blanche Davidian and the Black Widows. The Holy Rollers were always seen as outsiders within the league, the most isolated of all the teams, but over time, because of Maven’s relationship with Bliss, they had slowly begun to integrate themselves to a certain degree. While it wasn’t common knowledge what had gone on between Maven and Blanche in the past it was definitely known that something had happened and it wasn’t good and for once, people in the league took the side of a Holy Roller in a fight.
Maven was mean and she was abrasive and she was definitely a bitch but she was family and Blanche was now viewed as something of an outsider who was fucking with one of their own. Which was why when the championship bout arrived it was the Holy Rollers who were viewed as the favorite by everyone in the league for victory. Wanting to be involved despite her injury, Bliss volunteered to work as a member of the medical staff for the rest of the bouts in the season, including the championship bout which put her squarely in the center of the track, watching the action first hand.
They were waiting for the official start time and Bliss’ gaze kept drifting towards the Holy Rollers who were flocked around Maven and Alonso who were giving a joint pep talk. During this, Smother Theresa must have given another one of her unconscious verbal foibles because they burst into laughter at something she said while she turned bright red and cussed them out. The only person not laughing along was Malice who murmured something to Theresa who grinned and threw an arm around Malice’s shoulder in a one armed hug that caused Malice to blush prettily. Bliss wondered if Malice’s crush on Maven had transferred over to Theresa but she didn’t think too long on it as her gaze moved to the crowd and the sight of her boss.
After weeks of encouragement and prodding, Josh had managed to work up the courage to ask Maggie out and Bliss found it all too appropriate that their first date was attending the championship bout. Putting two fingers in her mouth, she let loose a high pitched whistle and grinned when Josh jumped and looked her way. Wearing a huge smile, she waved at him and when Maggie was distracted by Smashley she added a thumbs up for good measure. Josh looked sheepish but altogether happy and returned the gesture before focusing his attention on Maggie.
Johnny Rocket’s voice boomed throughout the warehouse, announcing the start of the bout as he gave the team line ups. The Black Widows were met by a healthy amount of cheers but it was nothing in comparison to what the Holy Rollers received and in particular, Malice, who much like Bliss before her was seen as an easy shoe in for Rookie Of The Year at the upcoming Whammy’s. She watched Maven talking to Malice and now that she knew what to look for she could see the tendency for affectionate teasing her girlfriend had when it came to Malice was exactly how she treated Grace. In particular, there was the habit Maven had of rapping her knuckles on Malice’s helmet which was entirely similar to her practice of ruffling Grace’s hair.
Malice skated up to the start line, facing off against Blanche and Bliss couldn’t have been happier when the second whistle sounded to see the tiny blonde rocketing into the lead. It had taken some time, longer than it had for Bliss in fact, for Malice to get the hang of giving hits rather than taking them. Something the Holy Rollers credited to Malice simply being too damn nice for her own good, which was considerably ironic considering her name, but once Malice got over this, she gave them as good as she got. Which is why when Blanche attempted to overtake her Bliss couldn’t restrain herself from shouting Malice’s name gleefully when the blonde hip checked her off the track.
In many ways, the bout reminded Bliss of the times the Hurl Scouts faced the Holy Rollers in the league championships. It was a close game, with the points wavering from one team to another in terms of who was in the lead and when they reached the half time break the Black Widows were ahead by ten. Bliss was supposed to be impartial, all the medical staff was, but all the same, she couldn’t help herself from heading into the crowd and the back locker room where the Holy Rollers were meeting.
Poking her head around the corner, she was surprised to find the locker room in relative silence. While it was somewhat debatable, the Holy Rollers definitely boasted one of the most boisterous, if not the most boisterous line up with the exception of Malice who remained her bashful self off the track, and for them to be quiet, especially during their championship bout was a tad unusual. Knocking on the wall, Bliss knew she must have formed a goofy smile when they turned in unison to face her.
“Ruthlessssss,” the Holy Rollers sing songed, forming identical shit eating grins on their faces, and this time even Malice joined in while Maven rolled her eyes and made her way through the crowd of her suddenly jovial teammates to the other woman.
“Hey,” said Bliss and she felt inexplicably shy and it must have shown because Maven was gracing her with that indulgent smile she wore whenever she thought Bliss was being particularly cute. Blushing despite herself, she asked, “How’s it going?”
“Aww, baby,” Maven drawled, reaching out to play with Bliss’ brown curls, wrapping them around her finger and ducking her head down so they were just a breath apart from kissing. “Were you worried about us?”
Scowling and folding her arms across her chest, Bliss muttered, “I just wanted to check on you.”
“You’ll see,” murmured Maven and her breath was warm on Bliss’ skin, causing the brunette to shiver, especially when long fingers trailed down the length of her neck. “We’re going to kick their prissy asses all over the track. Now,” Maven cupped her chin, lifting her head and forming a wide and reckless smile as she said, “give me a kiss for a luck. Not that I need it.”
Laughing and shaking her head, Bliss rose up on her tip toes and kissed Maven to the hoots and catcalls of the Holy Rollers and strange as it would have been to think this just two years ago, she felt as if the Holy Rollers were as much her family as the Hurl Scouts. Which is why she really wanted to see them wipe the track with the Black Widows and Blanche Davidian. She said as much when she parted from Maven and the Holy Rollers just sing songed her rollergirl name again, this time with overdone gratitude and false tears, causing Bliss to flip them off before exiting the locker room to overwhelming laughter that suited them far more than oppressive silence.
The bout soon resumed with Malice jamming against Eva Destruction and within eight minutes, the Holy Rollers were in the lead by five points. From that moment on, there wasn’t a second where you could easily predict who would be the victor. It seemed as if every other jam the leader in points changed and finally they were at the last two minutes of the bout and Bliss watched as the Holy Rollers gathered around Maven and Malice. The older woman wore an annoyed and incredulous look on her features and gestured emphatically at Malice and even the normally shy blonde appeared to be arguing with her mentor. Finally, Alonso clasped Maven’s shoulder and said something in her ear and when he pulled away, Maven’s expression softened and she was visibly surprised as she looked at her atypically earnest teammates. There was an easy curve to Maven’s spine that Bliss knew revealed an obvious happiness and Maven shrugged her shoulders then offered a wicked grin before grabbing the jammer’s star and sliding it over her helmet much to the pleasure of the other Holy Rollers and Alonso.
Blanche was waiting for Maven at the start line, skating on the inside, and as Maven moved into her traditional start position, her face a picture of determination and focus, Blanche turned to her and said something. Whatever it was caused Maven’s expression to darken and it was in this moment that Smashley’s voice pierced the air as she shouted, “Maven! Eye of the tiger!”
Releasing a burst of laughter and grinning at her teammate’s antics, Bliss observed how Maven visibly calmed thanks to Smashley’s odd form of encouragement which she responded to by forming a cocky smirk that appeared to disconcert Blanche. Then the second whistle sounded signaling the start of the jam. With the Black Widows doing an effective job of blocking, Blanche took the lead until she found herself trapped by Princess Slaya and Mary Jane Pain and it was then that Maven broke free of the pack and emerged as the lead jammer. It seemed like the longest two minutes of Bliss’ life but when it was over, it was Maven calling off the jam and the bout ended with the Holy Rollers firmly ahead by four points. Johnny Rocket’s voice boomed in the warehouse, sounding almost hysterical as he announced it was another undefeated season for the Holy Rollers.
She was helping the rest of the medical staff pack up their supplies since the bout was over and any immediate threat of injury was over when the Holy Rollers and the Black Widows were going through the traditional good bout hand slap routine. Bliss just happened to look up as Blanche came to Maven and the taller woman paused in front of her girlfriend and Bliss scowled as she watched Blanche form that glittering smile while her hand trailed up Maven’s arm. Her scowl quickly transformed into a look of amusement then perverse pleasure as Maven removed Blanche’s hand by smacking it aside before giving her a hard punch to the jaw. The fans in the arena seemed to freeze and even Johnny stopped his rambling about the biggest party ever at his place as they waited for Blanche’s reaction. She pulled herself up over the barrier then regarded Maven with something akin to admiration then nodded her head and skated off, leaving Maven to smirk triumphantly and turn her attention to Bliss.
A slight bow and a kiss blown her way along with a thoroughly naughty expression gracing Maven’s features was what Bliss received. Unable to help herself, Bliss abandoned the other medical staff and made her way up the track as Maven skated over to her. She started offer her congratulations but Maven cut her off with a kiss that was long and luxurious and left her seeing stars and just as she started to recover, Maven offered her that brash smile, looking utterly pleased with herself and kissed her again.
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Three hours later, they were at Maven’s loft, arriving in a taxi due to their inebriated state. Bliss unlocked the door and they tumbled inside, mouths already connected in a deep kiss and hands removing clothing. Although Bliss had already lost her bra in the taxi ride over thanks to Maven’s innovation and insistent need to touch her breasts. It was a strangely erotic but unsettling moment, delighting in the feel of Maven’s hands on her naked breasts only to look up and see the eyes of their taxi cab driver in the rear view mirror. It was then that Bliss put a stop to anything but kissing in the cab until they reached the loft.
Making their way to the bedroom, Maven pulled Bliss’ shirt over her head, tossing it carelessly aside as Bliss kicked off her shoes and Maven said, “You see Eva and Sparks tonight? They were putting on a good show in the hot tub. I thought Johnny was going to pass out.”
“Rosa did go a little overboard with her consolation,” Bliss remarked wryly, her eyes darkening with desire as she watched Maven remove her own shirt. Moving forward to do away with Maven’s bra, she rose up on her toes, kissing the elegant line of the older woman’s neck as she murmured, “Not that I didn’t do the same thing with my congratulations.”
Chuckling at this and watching with lidded eyes as Bliss unbuckled her belt, Maven asked, “You think they’re on again?”
“Maybe,” said Bliss with a frown, scowling until she managed to undo the belt, and grinning wide, she yanked Maven’s jeans down, delighted to find her girlfriend had decided to go commando.
Trying her level best to focus on her powers of balance and concentration, which was difficult with several shots and more than a few beers in her, Bliss lifted one of Maven’s legs and repeated this action as she pulled off one boot then the other. Maven’s hands tangled in her hair, using Bliss' head to maintain her own stability standing, squinting down at her as Bliss tugged the jeans away from Maven’s body. “They’re a cute couple sometimes,” Maven offered absently. Bliss looked up as Maven continued, “I didn’t think anything could last until I got with you. They might have a shot though.”
“Why do you keep talking about Rosa and Eva while I’m getting you naked?” asked Bliss, her alcohol addled mind moving slowly and she regarded Maven almost suspiciously. “You don’t want to have a foursome or something do you?”
Breaking out into raucous laughter, Maven’s eyes had a humorous glint and she drawled, “I’m already naked. It’s you whose got too many clothes on, baby.” When Bliss blushed at this and allowed Maven to pull her to her feet only to push her down onto the bed in a sitting position. Maven knelt in front of her and set about taking Bliss’ jeans off, smirking as she said, “They are pretty fucking hot but I don’t have that sort of interest in them. Just watching them, I was thinking about something Eva was saying to me a few weeks back, how she was wanting to take her relationship with Sparks to another level and all this Oprah crap.” Bliss watched with outright fascination as Maven rambled on, “Just thought that tiny ass apartment of yours would get crowded with Eva there all the time trying to level up or something. Also be a hassle since I know how you hate people getting into your shit…”
“Emily,” Bliss said her name in a hush, happiness clinging to her tones as she cupped Maven’s cheek and lifted her head so their eyes would meet. “Is this your way of asking me to move in with you?”
“You already got a key,” responded Maven defiantly. When Bliss didn’t reply, she scowled and demanded, “Yes or no?”
“Yes,” said Bliss, laughing and leaning down to kiss Maven, delighting in the way the older woman’s features softened into something beautiful and smugly satisfied on hearing her answer. “I’ve wanted to live with you for months. I just thought it would be rude of me to ask. I mean, it’s your loft and I know,” Bliss laughed again on seeing Maven’s sardonic look on hearing this, “it’s silly but I didn’t feel like it was polite and I didn’t want you to say no so I just didn’t ask.”
Snorting at this and rising up to push Bliss back on the bed as she removed her jeans and panties, Maven hovered over Bliss, her long hair falling over them and a smirk forming on her features. “You can be as rude as you want with me,” she murmured, her breath hot on Bliss skin and the younger woman gasped as Maven sucked on her nipple as her hands slid over her body. “It’s not like shit like that will stop me from loving you so ask whatever you want. All right, Bliss?”
“All right,” Bliss agreed breathlessly, unable to help the huge smile forming on her features.
A smile which only got wider as Maven continued her explorations and Bliss’ hips rose off the bed as Maven went down on her, tongue siding inside her pussy and Bliss wondered if this might be the most perfect night of her life. It certainly felt that way and it was all because she had finally received confirmation of Maven’s feelings for her and she had that reassurance she always wanted. That Maven wanted them to last as much as she did, that this was for the long run, and it didn’t matter what problems they had, what things knocked them off course because they would get through them.
Life could be like roller derby at times, just when it's going good that's when you take a hit but the important thing was to get back up and keep going and they had done that. They had gotten past the problems with Blanche and Malice and they were still going and for Bliss that was all the evidence she needed to know that this was the real thing. Their love would keep right on going as long as they wanted it to and now that she knew Maven felt the same, she didn’t see how it could end.
Which was all that Bliss ever wanted.
End