Fic: Dangerous Words

[relvoxballroom]

Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,893
Fandom: Whip It!

Pairing: Ruthless/Maven
Author's Note: These characters aren't mine. I wish they were though.
Author's Note: I couldn't remember if Iron Maiden had ever revealed her real name in the movie, so I gave her one that I thought fit.
Author's Note: Please comment!

Bliss Cavendar was a patient person. She had taken the time to learn how to skate properly, forcing herself to remain calm when she fell over and over again. She had apologized to Pash after letting her get arrested, understanding and accepting that it would take time to re-build their friendship. And she had dealt with living in Bodeen with what she felt was no less than steely acceptance. Patience was her middle name. But for some reason, Iron Maven drained every bit of patience from Bliss in mere seconds.

It had been a year since the Holy Rollers had taken the finals and, despite their congenial moment at the end of the match, Maven still targeted Bliss with a bevy of sneers and insults. It’s not like the TXRD was home to a particularly polite crowd; Bliss had gotten used to the jokes and the jibes. But even Smashley - who, let’s face it, was too stoned to function most of the time - had noticed the passion with which Maven attacked Bliss.

“She likes you,” Smashley said.

“Are we talking about the same person here?” Bliss asked incredulously. “The one that makes it her daily goal to torture me?”

“One and the same,” Smashley replied. “She’s like a little boy on the playground. When she smacks you, it means she likes you.”

“Um, okay. I think you should lay off the pipe for a little bit.”

“Whatever, Ruthless,” Smashley sang, smiling. “You’ll see.”

Once she was back at home in her tiny apartment in Austin (only a short bus ride from the warehouse), Bliss fleetingly allowed herself to wonder if Smashley was right. She had never really thought about Maven that way but…there was definitely something about her. Maybe it was the confidence. Or the tight pants.

The next morning, Bliss woke up in a cold sweat. She couldn’t remember most of what she had dreamt…just slick skin and demanding kisses. And Maven.

Bliss took a deep breath, shook her head, and got ready for class. The University of Texas at Austin was fairly laid back, but she was pretty sure that her intro to media studies professor would frown upon her walking into class twenty minutes late. Again.

She spent the entire day thinking about the dream she had had, or well, the little bits she could remember. Her stomach was in knots well into the next day when she was packing her bags for practice.

With a frustrated sigh she dropped her gym bag and moved to stand in front of the mirror.

“Get a grip, Cavendar,” she told herself. “You don’t even like her. You don’t even like women!”

Half an hour later, she walked into the warehouse. The rest of the Hurl scouts were gathered in the bleachers, talking trash with the other teams. Maven was leaning against the rail and laughing at something Eva Destruction had just said. She sneered when she saw Bliss approaching.

Normally, Bliss would have sneered right back. But today…today she didn’t even notice the insult in the gesture. She was fighting back a flashback to her dream as she watched Maven’s lips curl. She saw Maven’s abs flexed when she stood up straight and squared her legs and felt her breath hitch when Maven crossed her arms, inadvertently pushing her breasts together. Bliss flushed when she locked eyes with Maven. The older women was smirking with one eyebrow raised.

“Like what you see?” Maven asked.

“I…I just…sorry…” Bliss stuttered and clutched her gym bag closer to her chest, making Maven’s grin widen. “Excuse me.’

Bliss heard a peel of laughter as she ran into the bathroom.

“Way to go Bliss. Way to let the one person who can terrorize you catch you ogling her…Crap, I ogled her,” she realized. “Ok, fine. You like her. Don’t let her use it to ruin your game.”

Satisfied with her pep talk, Bliss sauntered out of the bathroom and into the Hurl Scouts locker room where the rest of the team was padding up. Bliss heard Smashley snickering but ignored it.

Once they were on the track, Razor informed her that she and Maven would be the jammers for today’s practice.

Of course, Bliss thought, taking a deep breath and skating up next to Maven. When she had gotten herself into position Maven leaned over and whispered, “Let’s see how you move, Ruthless.”

Bliss gasped softly when she felt Maven’s breath against her neck. Before she knew it, the whistle had blown and Maven was off.

“Dammit,” she cursed, trying to catch up.

The rest of the practice was pretty pathetic and ended with Razor screaming at her to get her shit together. Maggie and Smashley didn’t seem too worried; they just smiled knowingly.

“Come on,” Maggie said after they were all changed. “Let’s go get a drink. There’s a great band playing at Delancy’s. You still have that ID I got you?”

Smashley and Bloody Holly let out a laugh. Bliss looked at them, confused, but shrugged.

“Yeah, and I could definitely use a drink,” she said.

A few minutes later, the Hurl Scouts joined the other teams at the bar. Most of the girls were seated at tables scattered throughout the place. Bliss, deciding she needed a minute to cool off, walked up to the bar and ordered two shots of jack. She downed them both and ordered another.

“That’s quite a statement,” Maven said, walking up and leaning on the banquet next to Bliss. “Something troubling you?”

“Nothing too bad. Just a little bruised because somebody kept distracting me at practice tonight,” Bliss responded, blushing deeply at the implication she had just made.

Maven raised her eyebrows.

“Would it help if I said that, for some midget-sized reason, I wasn’t skating my best either?”

Bliss looked up and met Maven’s eyes. Her expression was unreadable.

“It might,” Bliss said, leaning in so Maven could hear her against the crowd.

Maven just blinked for a moment and then moved a little closer, her arm accidentally grazing Bliss’ arm on the bar, causing the younger girl to jump a little at the contact. Bliss was mildly surprised to note that Maven had had the same reaction. Maven was about to say something when Eva called out to her.

“Maven, you’re up!”

Before Bliss could comprehend what was happening, she felt Maven’s lips pressing roughly against her own. It was fast, not even two seconds, but Bliss felt her lips burning.

“To be continued,” Maven said with a wink, and walked away.

Bliss took a deep breath, turned back to the bar, and ordered another shot. Somehow, it wasn’t calming her nerves. Maven had just kissed her. And she had liked it. A lot. Crap.

She vaguely heard a band tuning up their instruments but she wasn’t really paying attention. That is, until she heard a familiar voice over microphone.

“This one goes out to a ruthless little midget,” Bliss heard and, with wide eyes, turned to face the stage.

Maven was standing there grinning at her, wearing tight black jeans, a white wife beater, and a silver studded belt. She had a gorgeous red electric guitar slung across her body and her hair was spilling wildly down her chest.

Bliss swallowed hard. All of a sudden her mouth was dry.

Maven took the microphone in both hands and began singing a capella. Bliss fleetingly wondered how somebody so aggressive could sing with such sweetness. Her voice was like warm honey.

When Maven took the guitar in her hands and played an impossibly difficult riff, Bliss felt her stomach shoot up into her throat. As she watched Maven’s fingers dancing across the frets, she imagined what those fingers would feel like against her skin.

Maven must have noticed the flush creeping across Bliss’ face because she grinned wider and licked her lips suggestively as she continued to play.

Bliss wondered how she could feel so attracted to somebody who, just a few days ago, was the bane of her existence. She supposed that she was destined to be passionate about Maven…whether it was passionate hatred or…something else.

Eventually, Maggie and Rosa pulled Bliss down to their table. She tried to make conversation but she was having a hard time tearing her eyes away from the band. Maven was completely owning the bar; she the same presence on stage as she did on the track.

When she was done with her set, she sat down across the room with the rest of the Holy Rollers, accepting congratulations and free drinks. Every once in a while, she would glance at Bliss who would, in turn, pretend to be deep in conversation with the rest of the Hurl Scouts. In reality, Bliss had no idea what her teammates were talking about.

A few hours later, after most of the other girls had gone home, Bliss started to pack up her things. Maven was still on the other side of the bar, talking to a few random guys that had caught her set. When she spotted Bliss walking out the door, she threw a couple twenties on the table and left without saying another word to the men around her.

“You’re too young to be taking the bus alone this late at night,” Maven called out to Bliss who had just reached the bus stop.

“Is that another comment about my age?” Bliss said, leaning against the wall of the building behind her.

“Maybe. You are, like, two decades younger than me,” Maven replied when she caught up, folding her arms across her chest as she stood opposite Bliss.

“We’ve covered that already,” Bliss said, sighing. “I know.”

“Hey, look, I didn’t mean…” Maven said, looking alarmed. It was an expression that Bliss had never seen on her before.”Just…let me give you a ride home. My car is only a block away.”

Bliss quirked an eyebrow, trying to act nonchalant…which was pretty difficult because her heart was threatening to beat out of her chest. After a moment, she nodded and followed Maven down the street in silence to a parking lot.

“This one’s mine,” Maven said, siding up to a battered blue Shelby cobra.

“It’s…nice,” Bliss said, climbing in and shutting the door.

“Not yet,” Maven said, smiling. “But it will be. I’m restoring it.”

“I didn’t know you restored cars,” Bliss said, trying to keep the conversation from becoming stilted.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” Maven said, grinning as she revved the engine. “I’m just good with my hands.”

Bliss was positive that her face had turned the color of a cherry and she was extremely grateful that either Maven hadn’t noticed or she hadn’t addressed it. They rode the rest of the way in silence.

“Hey, listen,” Bliss said, stifling the nerves that were bubbling inside of her as they pulled up to her apartment. “Why don’t you come up and have a drink.”

Maven smirked and raised an eyebrow.

“Not for…just to…dammit, Maven!” she yelled, frustrated that the other woman could fluster her so easily. “I just wanted to say thank you for driving me home, but if you’re just going to -“

“I’d love to,” Maven interrupted with a look of such sincerity that Bliss had a hard time recognizing her.

“Oh,” Bliss nodded, taking a deep breath to steady herself. “Okay then. Come on.’

Once Maven had parked her car down the street, she followed Bliss up the cramped staircase to her fourth floor apartment.

“What can I get you,” Bliss asked, opening the front door.

“What do you have?” Maven answered as she looked around.

“Let’s see,” Bliss said, bending down to examine the fridge. “I’ve got beer, orange juice, some diet cokes…I think I have some vodka in the freezer.”

“Beer is fine,” Maven replied, making Bliss jump. She hadn’t heard Maven moving from the living area to the kitchen.

“Didn’t mean to startle you,” Maven smirked.

“You didn’t,” Bliss lied, reaching across Maven for the bottle opener, purposefully letting her arm graze Maven’s chest in the process.

She heard Maven take a sharp breath.

“I have to say,” Maven said, shaking her head. “I’m impressed. You’re better at this than I thought you would be.”

“Better at what?” Bliss said, opening two beers and handing one to her.

“The game,” Maven replied, moving closer to Bliss so that their bodies were almost touching.

“What are you doing,” Bliss whispered. “You hate me.’

“I don’t hate you,” Maven responded, surprisingly somber, resting her beer on the counter.

“Smashley said that you’re a bitch to me because you like me,” Bliss said quickly, cursing herself immediately after.

Maven’s eyes widened for a moment. “I had no idea she could see through the bong water long enough to be so perceptive.”

Bliss felt her breath hitch. “So…you like me?”

“I’ve learned to tolerate you.”

“You like me,” Bliss repeated, smiling.

“A little.”

Bliss gathered every square inch of courage that she could muster, leaned in close to Maven’s ear and whispered breathily. “Prove it.”

She briefly heard Maven gasp and, before she could react, she was pressed against the countertop, her body trapped by Maven’s.

Bliss grabbed a fistful of Maven’s hair and brought her lips hungrily to Maven’s. She let out a deep moan; it felt like she had wanted this forever, not just a couple of days.

Maven grabbed Bliss by the loops of her jeans and pulled her close as she traced the younger girl’s lips with her tongue. She gasped when Bliss parted her lips and slid her tongue against Maven’s.

Bliss lifted her hand to cup Maven behind the neck, deepening their kiss, and then ghosted her fingertips across Maven’s neck and collarbone. She felt the older woman arch into her touch when she cupped a breast and grazed her thumb over the rapidly hardening nipple. Bliss groaned when she realized that Maven wasn’t wearing a bra.

Maven bent down, lifting Bliss by the back of her thighs, and hoisting her up onto the counter. Bliss readily wrapped her legs around Maven’s torso and moved her fingers down to the hem of Maven’s shirt. With one tug, the shirt was off. Bliss ripped her mouth away from Maven’s and raked her eyes across the body in front of her. Maven’s abs were toned, her breasts were small and round, and her eyes were devouring Bliss with every passing second.

“Like what you see?” Maven grinned, repeating the comment that had launched Bliss into a series of truly distracting fantasies back at the warehouse.

“Fuck, yes I do,” she said, pulling Maven closer and attaching her lips to the older woman’s neck. Maven grunted when Bliss bit down, hard, and arched up when Bliss moved her mouth further down, clamping her teeth around a hard nipple.

“Jesus Christ, Ruthless,” Maven panted, lifting Bliss off the counter, and crashing them both into the nearest wall.

Bliss tore her mouth away from Raven’s at the sudden pressure of their bodies together. Biting her bottom lip, she rocked her hips softly against Maven’s. Both of them had begun to pant.

“Which way is the bedroom,” Maven breathed out against Bliss’ neck.

“To the left,” Bliss replied, fisting her fingers once more in Maven’s hair.

Without a word, Maven hoisted Bliss up again, hands cupping her ass, and kicked open the door to the bedroom.

They fell onto the bed together in a tangled mess with Bliss’ legs still wrapped around Maven. Grinning, Maven rolled her hips, hard. Bliss let out a deep groan.

“Sit up,” Maven said, leaning back so Bliss had room to move. Bliss obeyed quickly and Maven removed her shirt and bra in two swift motions. Normally, she would have felt self-conscious in front of the other woman but when Maven just stared at her, licking her lips, the desire just took over. Feeling particularly bold, Bliss took Maven’s hand and placed it on top of her right breast, shivering at the warmth of her hand.

Maven smiled and shifted her hand, circling her thumb softly around Bliss’ nipple and winked as she bent over to take the other one into her mouth.

Bliss felt a jolt of heat shoot straight down between her legs. Moving her hand between their bodies, Bliss began to fumble with Maven’s pants. Maven bit down lightly on Bliss’ nipple and stood up, shimmying out of her pants and underwear. Bliss just stared as Maven leaned over and placed a kiss on Bliss’ hipbone while she slowly popped open the button’s of her jeans.

Bliss’ breath was uneven as she lifted her hips off the bed, allowing Maven to remove her jeans and underwear.

When Maven climbed back on top of her, their naked bodies touching for the first time, Bliss started to feel nervous.

“Maven, wait…God, that feels good…but no, wait,” she croaked.

Maven looked frustrated for a moment, but glanced down at Bliss, meeting her eyes.

“I just…I need to tell you something.”

“I’m listening,” Maven grinned, moving up to straddle Bliss again.

“I...I’ve never done this,” she breathed out. “Well, I mean, I’ve had sex before but only once and it was with a guy so I’ve never done this.”

Immediately, Maven’s features softened. “We don’t have to do this, Ruthless. It’s okay.”

“No, I want to. God, I want to. Just…I needed you to know,” Bliss said. “And call me Bliss. I need you to call me Bliss.”

“Bliss,” Maven repeated, nodding. “Parker.”

Bliss smiled. She’d never known Maven’s real name.

“Nice to meet you,” Bliss joked, her laugh dying immediately when Maven bent down and lightly bit her earlobe.

“Do you want to continue with the introductions?” Maven whispered.

“God, no,’ Bliss breathed out, gripping Maven’s shoulders.

“Okay, then,” Maven said. She climbed off of Bliss and positioned herself next to the younger woman, skimming her fingertips lightly over Bliss’ body and savoring the way each touch made Bliss shiver.

When she reached the brown curls at the apex of Bliss’ thighs, she stopped.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this, Bliss?”

“Yes,” Bliss smiled, amazed that Maven could be so aggressive on the track and so gentle in bed.

Maven nodded, kissing Bliss softly and, at the same time, pressing her forefinger against the girl’s clit.

Bliss nearly shot off the bed.

“Oh my god,” Bliss breathed out, rolling her hips into Maven’s. “God, if you keep…doing that…I won’t last long.”

Maven grinned. “Fine by me. We can take it slow next time.”

Bliss felt her stomach dancing. She couldn’t tell if it was because of what Maven was doing to her or because there was going to be a next time. Either way, she was pretty damn happy.

Bliss was ripped away from her thoughts when she felt two of Maven’s fingers at her entrance. She reached around Maven’s back and held on tight, locking eyes with the older woman.

When Maven’s fingers pushed into her, Bliss cried out and dug her nails into Maven’s skin. It hurt. A lot. One tear snuck down her face and Maven noticed it before Bliss had time to wipe it away.

Maven gathered her close. “Don’t worry, it’ll stop hurting soon,” she said soothingly. “It’s okay.’

Bliss took a deep breath and nodded, trying to relax as Maven’s fingers filled her.

Gradually, the pain subsided. It still stung every time Maven pushed into her but it was actually a good kind of discomfort. When Maven brushed her thumb against her clit, Bliss’ eyes roll into the back of her head. She started moving against Maven’s fingers, burying her face in the older woman’s neck.

Maven kept her thumb there, moving it back and forth while her two fingers moved in and out of Bliss’ body. When she felt Bliss contracting around her fingers, Maven was vaguely surprised to feel herself getting more wet than she ever had before. She let out a deep, guttural groan when Bliss raised her hips, pushing Maven’s fingers deep inside of her as she contracted around them and came with a shout.

“Jesus Christ,” Bliss panted. “I’ve never actually…God, I can’t even breathe.”

“Glad you liked it,” Maven said, breathless, gently removing her fingers from the other girl.

“Are you okay?” Maven asked.

“Mmm, I’m great,” Bliss said, stretching her arms and rolling over to bury her face in the crook of Maven’s shoulder. She draped her arm over the older woman’s body, startled to feel Maven tense when their skin made contact.

Experimenting, Bliss trailed her fingers down Maven’s abdomen, pleased to hear her breath hitch. Propping herself up on one arm, Bliss looked into Maven’s eyes. They had gone dark with lust.

“Interesting,” Bliss mumbled.

“What’s so interesting,” Maven breathed out, arching against Bliss’ touch.

“This is,” Bliss whispered as she slid two fingers into Maven’s body without so much as a warning.

Maven’s eyes snapped open and the muscles in her stomach tensed. “Are you…sure you’ve never…done this before?” she panted as Bliss curled her fingers.

“Only to myself,” Bliss replied, then leaned in close to Maven’s ear as she pushed another finger into Maven. “I’ll have to show you sometime, Parker.”

Maven’s mouth fell open and she bucked her hips against Bliss’ fingers. Her breathing was beginning to get ragged.

When Bliss removed her fingers, Maven nearly screamed.

“What the hell do you think you’re…oh,” Maven said, as Bliss began to descend down her body.

“I’ve never done this, so you have to tell me what you want,’ Bliss said when she was situated between Maven’s legs.

Maven just nodded, unable to do much of anything else.

Bliss spread Maven’s legs and took in the sight. The woman was literally dripping. Unable to contain herself, she leaned in and flicked her tongue against Maven’s clit.

Maven took a shaky breath. “Again,” she said.

Bliss smiled, and flattened her tongue against Maven’s heat, licking from the bottom to the top.

“Jesus!” Maven said, threading her fingers in Bliss’ hair and raising her hips to meet the girl’s tongue.

Bliss felt her stomach clenching at the sounds that Maven was making and, reaching down between her legs, she began to touch herself. She groaned against Maven’s clit, causing the older woman to open her eyes and look down. What she saw made her eyes roll back into her head.

“Harder,” she moaned. “Both of us. Harder.’

Bliss grunted and slipped one finger into herself and two into Maven and began to push hard and deep with both hands. Maven fell back against the bed, arching up. When Bliss lightly bit her clit, she saw stars. Actual stars.

Maven fought against the orgasm for as long as she could, but after a few minutes, she just couldn’t do it anymore. So when Bliss came again, flicking her tongue against Maven’s clit and curling her fingers ruthlessly, Maven let her body tense and release.

“Good lord, Bliss,” she breathed out, wiping the sweat off of her forehead. “I didn’t know you had that in you.”

“Actually, me either,” Bliss replied, removing her fingers and shimmying up to lay beside Maven.

“We’re going to have to do that again, you know,” Maven said, still breathing unevenly.

“You just take out that guitar and I’m yours whenever you want me.”

“Dangerous words, midget,” Maven laughed. “Dangerous words.”

END