Played
Fandom: Only by the Night
Pairing: Maia/Oliver
Word Count: 851
Oliver groaned softly and his arms encircled Maia’s slim waist as she collapsed against his chest and continued slowly rocking through her climax. Her blonde hair fell across his face, tickling his nose and eyelids as he panted against her. Soon, they disentangled and Maia rolled over to lie beside him, a fine sheen of sweat covering both of them.
It was thrilling for Oliver to have finally bedded the ex-Mrs. Rossi not just because he hated Damien’s smug, pretty face and not just because she had returned and was a new notch for his bedpost. It was also because Maia was always so composed, barely ever a stray hair out of place and it had nice to finally see what she was like when she was unleashed.
Now, however, was going to be the bad part of the evening.
When Maia had first left Dresden she had taken with her a one year old baby and when she had returned almost a year ago, this child was now a toddler. Oliver wasn’t sure where she and Damien stood (he was willing to bet Damien wasn’t going to be able to do any of the things he had just done to Maia anytime soon), but he figured that sex with a single mom might be tricky. It was best to bite the bullet and tell her where he stood right then rather than drag it out after a few more trysts; then she might really hate him.
“Maia?” he started, turning his head towards her. Her chest rose and fell softly, the light from his lamp washing over the rosy peaks of her breasts and across the smooth, pale expanse of the rest of her slender body. She had been staring out the opening in the curtain that hung across his window, but turned her head when he said her name. “Are we going to be all right after this?”
“What do you mean?” she asked in her soft English accent, rolling onto her side and propping herself up on her elbow to look at him.
“Well, it’s just,” Oliver cleared his throat as he moved to mimic her position. “I like you and I think Tamsin’s real damn adorable. . .”
A slow smile spread across Maia’s face and she began to laugh before Oliver had even finished his sentence.
“What?” Oliver asked, confusion furrowing his dark brow.
“Oh, God, Oliver,” she laughed, rolling onto her back before sitting up, running a hand through her hair.
“What?” he asked again, sitting up as well.
“What do you think just happened?” she asked with an amused smile, raising her hands to pull her hair to the top of her head and wrap it into a bun before securing it with the hair-tie around her wrist.
It was sort of difficult for Oliver to concentrate on her words when her breasts swayed so enticingly with her movements, but he forced himself to tear his eyes away. There was a woman in his bed laughing at him! That was new!
“We just slept together?” he ventured.
“Exactly!” Maia swung her long legs over the side of the bed and slipped her panties on with her back to him, pulling her bra back on as well before finally turning to him with her hands on her hips. “I didn’t think that mean we needed to exchange vows of undying love.” There was still the unmistakable tone of laughter in her voice.
“I didn’t say we had to!”
“Where exactly were you going with that sentence then? Stop me if I’m wrong,” she bent to pick up her shirt and slid her arms into the sleeves. “but you were going to say something along the lines of, ‘I think you’re great and I think your daughter is adorable, but I’m not really looking for anything serious and I hope that we can still be friends and maybe do this again’.” She stopped mocking him (in a pretty good American accent) as she finished buttoning her shirt.
That had pretty much been what Oliver had planned to say verbatim. He colored lightly when he realized that he was being called out on his own game.
“Oh, Oliver,” Maia tsked as she slowly shook her head, properly reading his expression. “I was gagging for a shag, but that doesn’t mean I’m on the prowl for a new husband. I’ve been married before,” she reminded him, pulling her slacks up. “And it wasn’t all that great if you remember when it ended. I’m not trying to rush into it again. Especially not with you,” she finished offhandedly, looking down as she zipped and buttoned her slacks and began tucking her shirt in.
“Hey! What does that mean?” Oliver asked, suddenly affronted. He was under the belief that one day, when he was ready, he was going to be a great husband. One day. In the future.
Maia sighed. “It’s true what other women say, Oliver - you’re a great shag. But you have to know that you’re just a sex object,” she laughed. “No woman here will have you.”
Pairing: Maia/Oliver
Word Count: 851
Oliver groaned softly and his arms encircled Maia’s slim waist as she collapsed against his chest and continued slowly rocking through her climax. Her blonde hair fell across his face, tickling his nose and eyelids as he panted against her. Soon, they disentangled and Maia rolled over to lie beside him, a fine sheen of sweat covering both of them.
It was thrilling for Oliver to have finally bedded the ex-Mrs. Rossi not just because he hated Damien’s smug, pretty face and not just because she had returned and was a new notch for his bedpost. It was also because Maia was always so composed, barely ever a stray hair out of place and it had nice to finally see what she was like when she was unleashed.
Now, however, was going to be the bad part of the evening.
When Maia had first left Dresden she had taken with her a one year old baby and when she had returned almost a year ago, this child was now a toddler. Oliver wasn’t sure where she and Damien stood (he was willing to bet Damien wasn’t going to be able to do any of the things he had just done to Maia anytime soon), but he figured that sex with a single mom might be tricky. It was best to bite the bullet and tell her where he stood right then rather than drag it out after a few more trysts; then she might really hate him.
“Maia?” he started, turning his head towards her. Her chest rose and fell softly, the light from his lamp washing over the rosy peaks of her breasts and across the smooth, pale expanse of the rest of her slender body. She had been staring out the opening in the curtain that hung across his window, but turned her head when he said her name. “Are we going to be all right after this?”
“What do you mean?” she asked in her soft English accent, rolling onto her side and propping herself up on her elbow to look at him.
“Well, it’s just,” Oliver cleared his throat as he moved to mimic her position. “I like you and I think Tamsin’s real damn adorable. . .”
A slow smile spread across Maia’s face and she began to laugh before Oliver had even finished his sentence.
“What?” Oliver asked, confusion furrowing his dark brow.
“Oh, God, Oliver,” she laughed, rolling onto her back before sitting up, running a hand through her hair.
“What?” he asked again, sitting up as well.
“What do you think just happened?” she asked with an amused smile, raising her hands to pull her hair to the top of her head and wrap it into a bun before securing it with the hair-tie around her wrist.
It was sort of difficult for Oliver to concentrate on her words when her breasts swayed so enticingly with her movements, but he forced himself to tear his eyes away. There was a woman in his bed laughing at him! That was new!
“We just slept together?” he ventured.
“Exactly!” Maia swung her long legs over the side of the bed and slipped her panties on with her back to him, pulling her bra back on as well before finally turning to him with her hands on her hips. “I didn’t think that mean we needed to exchange vows of undying love.” There was still the unmistakable tone of laughter in her voice.
“I didn’t say we had to!”
“Where exactly were you going with that sentence then? Stop me if I’m wrong,” she bent to pick up her shirt and slid her arms into the sleeves. “but you were going to say something along the lines of, ‘I think you’re great and I think your daughter is adorable, but I’m not really looking for anything serious and I hope that we can still be friends and maybe do this again’.” She stopped mocking him (in a pretty good American accent) as she finished buttoning her shirt.
That had pretty much been what Oliver had planned to say verbatim. He colored lightly when he realized that he was being called out on his own game.
“Oh, Oliver,” Maia tsked as she slowly shook her head, properly reading his expression. “I was gagging for a shag, but that doesn’t mean I’m on the prowl for a new husband. I’ve been married before,” she reminded him, pulling her slacks up. “And it wasn’t all that great if you remember when it ended. I’m not trying to rush into it again. Especially not with you,” she finished offhandedly, looking down as she zipped and buttoned her slacks and began tucking her shirt in.
“Hey! What does that mean?” Oliver asked, suddenly affronted. He was under the belief that one day, when he was ready, he was going to be a great husband. One day. In the future.
Maia sighed. “It’s true what other women say, Oliver - you’re a great shag. But you have to know that you’re just a sex object,” she laughed. “No woman here will have you.”