2So, yep. Here's a story that I've been editing and re-editing over and over that I've finally gotten the nerve to post up. It's one of my few attempts at present tense so if you have suggestions on how to make it better where I've f'd up feel free to point it out. ^-^
Warnings: If you don't like lesbians you should probably press the back button at this point. Also, there is swearing.
"I love you."
She can't quite believe the words coming from her lover's mouth. Can't fathom that the exquisite creature lying in her arms, holding her now a little tensely, has just said that.
It's a miracle. Pure and simple.
Because she doesn't deserve it; this wonderful woman's love. Doesn't deserve all the second chances she's gotten from her over the past year –has it really been that long already?—and some odd months.
She remembers the exact moment Maxine –call me Max please- Max walked into her life. While she'd been busy taking the world by storm, her modeling career reaching heights she's never imagined, her manager had been scrambling to find her a personal assistant that she wouldn't fire. Poor Dick, his heart was in the right place. But keeping her happy enough to do her job was a full-time job in and of itself and between booking her next gig, making appointments with designers and make-up companies, marking down the big events like the president's ball or whatever charity organization shindig she has to show up to, Dick just doesn't have the time.
And so the personal assistants -read moles- start. The first three hadn't lasted a week. They were the ones who stuttered when she spoke to them –hell, looked at them- the ones who saw her fame and not her. The ones who called her by her stage name, as if she hadn't had an identity before her mom had put her in that stupid fashion show when she was sixteen and Dick had found her and made her into a star. No, they all called her 'Miss Monica' or 'Miss Sharp.' And so they had to go.
The next batch had been the bossy type; Dick for some odd reason thinking that she needed someone to tell her what to do. And they hadn't said her name either. Always 'Ms. Sharp, we're going to your hair appointment now,' or 'Ms. Sharp, time to put on your make-up.' And she hated it. So they'd been fired too. Not a one of them lasting more than two weeks, some of them even quit themselves.
She's tried to tell Dick that she doesn't need a frickin' keeper, that she is twenty-two now and can damn well take care of herself.
But Dick doesn't listen. Just keeps sending in the nannies, hoping for a Mary Poppins to blow the rest away.
She doesn't listen to Dick either though when he chastises her for her treatment of them, how she keeps sending 'em back to him in tears or anger, yelling how this job is impossible, how she's impossible, sobbing hysterically as they resign.
So the day, the morning, Dick knocks on her door and lets himself in, she doesn't even look up from brushing her hair –brushing her own goddamn long-ass hair without help- when she says –actually shouts- as she spun in her seat.
"Look, Dick, I said I don't want another-"
But she stops in her tracks when she's gotten a good look at the woman standing behind Dick in the doorway, thinking maybe she's made a mistake and this wasn't another nanny 'cause she sure doesn't look like any that had come before.
She wasn't in a business suit for one. Far from it in fact. But that's not the first thing she notices. The first thing she always looks at is the face.
Asian ancestry that makes her hair blue-black and her green eyes narrow, a small nose set above large, full lips, skin a strange mix of tans, like there is Latino mixed with Asian. Her hair is cut short around her face stylishly, setting off her high cheek-bones. The rest of her body is fit, arms thin but when she shifts there is muscle beneath. Quite visible muscle as she isn't wearing sleeves, just arm bands at her wrists and one shoulder. Add a small white tank-top with a winged skull across her ample chest –not as big as mine- that leaves several inches of bare skin between it and the baggy, low slung cargo pants.
She smiles when Dick finally coughs, pulling her attention away from the woman.
"This is Maxine Rodrigo, she's your new personal assistant."
"Call me Max," the woman says holding out a hand. She is about to tell her to got to hell when the unexpected happens. Maxine –Max- doesn't wait for her hand to come up (even though it hadn't been going to) she grabs, grabs it herself and shakes it and the sudden contact makes a jolt go through her, up her arm and all over but that's nothing compared to the feeling she gets at the next words out of her woman's mouth.
"It's so good to meet you, Daniel."
She –Daniel- can't remember the last time a stranger called her that. In fact, can't remember the last time anyone besides Dick or her mother called her by that name. And it's nice.
Especially coming from that sexy mouth.
She blinks. Did she just think that? Nah couldn't have been her.
Maxine releases her hand, which Daniel realizes has been sitting limply in her hand –warm, soft hand- and gives Daniel another smile.
"So…" Dick says uncomfortable. "I'll just leave you two ladies to get acquainted." And like that he's gone. Randomly Daniel wonders how such a short guy can move so fast before Max spins her around –literally grabs her shoulders and spins her- and sets her back in the chair she was sitting in before Dick had come in.
"Dick wanted me to tell you that the interview with Cosmo has been postponed," she says as she takes the brush and starts to pull it through Daniel's already perfect hair. Like they're bfs or something and she hadn't just met the girl thirty seconds ago.
And even though it feels good, and Max could probably kick her ass, and it really feels good, she stands up angrily and turns to face Max –Maxine- toe to toe with her just about, realizing with a twinge of annoyance that she's shorter than the dark haired woman by more than a few inches so she's forced to glare up into the green eyes before her.
Really pretty green eyes she thinks before shaking herself and planting a scowl on her beautiful face.
"Listen, I don't like you, and I sure as hell don't like being manhandled, or told what to do, or babysat," she spits out the word, "by some punk-ass posing as my damn assistant. So do yourself a favor and get the hell out of here."
She expects anger or tears. Instead she gets a smile that starts out sad and moves to amused as Max looks down at her.
"We have a few hours, want to get out of here?"
Daniel is shocked into silence. No one has ever offered her an escape from all this, offered to be her cohort in her attempts to get a few hours to herself. Always, if anything, her assistants have been the first to report her missing. One went along with her until they'd gotten to the door and found Dick and five guards waiting to 'escort' her back to her room and she'd fired the woman a day later when she found out that she'd been the one to alert Dick in the first place.
This is the first time it hasn't been her idea to get out, or her plan. She's instantly giddy with the thrill of just thinking about it, seeing the outside not surrounded by body guards or screaming fans.
"Why?" she asks tromping down her excitement with suspicion.
Max shrugs. "To get to know each other? To get out of here before I get cavity searched by that creepy guy with the rubber gloves? Do you honestly need a reason to go grab some coffee or something?"
Doing just that, getting her own damn cup of coffee, sounds like heaven right then.
"Come on," Maxine urges seeing the decision on her face. She grabs Daniel's hand like they're children playing a game and leads her through the door smiling broadly and Daniel thinks she likes that smile.
They make it out of the hotel room and into the elevator just down the hall without incident. Apparently the bodyguard that's usually stationed at her door is off duty or on break or something but that's alright, it doesn't matter so long as he's not there.
They hurry through the lobby, are across the floor before the doors to the elevator ding shut. The woman at the front desk only gives them an amused look before she goes back to her work.
Once they're outside Maxine waves down a taxi and Daniel can't believe this is happening. She must be out of her damn mind to be following some stranger who for all she knows could be a crazy stalker only that's a frickin slim chance with how deeply Dick digs into personal backgrounds and history. You aren't allowed in if you have so much as a parking ticket on your record. But that information comes second to the fact that for some reason Max makes her feel…safe. It's strange but there it is.
"I know this great place downtown, it has the best coffee," Maxine is saying as they climbed into the back of the taxi.
And Daniel honestly couldn't care less where they were going.
When they get back about an hour later from their unscheduled coffee exploit she sticks by her side while Dick chews them out and laughs in his face when he accuses her of compromising Daniel's safety.
For some reason her laughter shuts Dick up and Daniel wonders why as he storms off in a huff but doesn't have the time to ask because her wardrobe and hair and make-up people are swarming her to get her ready for the party that night. (Daniel can't for the life of her remember where or what for.)
She expects Max to leave her at this point, like all the other assistants have. Leave her to be painfully groomed and fought over by rabid 'artistes' trying to make a name for themselves and using her body as their canvas, but over the flow of bodies pressed against her she spots Maxine's unmistakable head of dark hair and something tight in her chest relaxes, allowing her to –for once- peacefully succumb to the ministrations of her entourage.
When it's finally over –about four grueling hours later- she is left alone for a blessed few minutes. Well, not alone per se, Max is in the room with her and that's still doing well considering she usually has at least three people with her at all times. But she doesn't mind Max's presence in the slightest. Doesn't even have to close her eyes and try to pretend she's alone because Max is soothing.
She turns to look at the woman who is staring at her but not in a way that annoys Daniel. She has a small smile on her lips. Her full painted red lips that Daniel wonders if they're as soft as they look but shakes the thought out and forces her eyes up to Maxine's.
"What's with you?" she asks surprised that the question doesn't sound bitchy.
Maxine just smiles at her and asks her what does she mean? Daniel doesn't know what she means but she knows she wants to know more about Maxine.
"How old are you?"
"Twenty-four."
Daniel falls silent not knowing how to phrase the rest of her questions and Max seems to instantly understand this and laughs.
"I was born on a farm in Florida, my parents moved to the city when I was twelve. I graduated high school, went on to college to make my mom happy but I'm more into sports than academics, which is why Dick hired me I suppose, because I'm good at self-defense. And yes, I am a lesbian, I think you're gorgeous, and if you keep staring at my lips like that, straight or not, I'm going to have to kiss you."
The last bit shocks Daniel, and thrills her at the same time. She laughs it off though. "You'd smear my lipstick."
It isn't a rebuke and Maxine's eyes go to her lips, traveling down and back up again to her eyes. Almost predatorily she steps forward, face inches from Daniel's.
"Don't tempt me."
They stay that way for agonizing seconds, Daniel half wanting to do just that and half wanting Max to laugh like it's a joke but all of her wanting to do something and she could have kicked Dick as he chose that precise moment to walk in.
"Time to go ladies," he says seeming not to notice how they've jumped apart from each other like lightning has struck between them. And Daniel follows her manager out of the room, looking back once at Max in time to see the other woman wink at her and she feels herself blush underneath all the make-up.
In the days that follow Daniel tests Maxine and is satisfied to find out that she not only has a back bone, she's fun. After that first day they are inseparable. The flirting that was there the first night goes no farther but despite that, where Daniel goes Max goes. Max is her silent shadow, never saying much when other people are around but her presence having its own calming effect on Daniel that does not go unnoticed by the rest of the staff that has to deal with her regularly. They whisper among themselves how much easier Daniel has been to work with, how she hasn't had a single tantrum since Max has come along, how Max has lasted the longest of any of the other personal assistants by a long shot.
Dick, who had his doubts at first, it pleased beyond measure. Now he can concentrate on the important things; the whirlwind of photo shoots, movie premiers, interviews, parties, and media coverage.
Daniel finds she doesn't mind as much the hectic pace of her life. Max may not say much but she is fierce. When she sees that Daniel is tired, isn't getting enough rest, isn't getting enough food, is sick of sitting for hours on end in the same chair as the guy who's doing her hair is making sure everything is 'absolutely perfectly fabulous' she steps in. She shoos the other people away and calls for a break, she tells her to get her ass into bed, she brings her pizza –pizza! The carbs are a bitch to work off the next day but so worth it!- and tells the guy to fuck off, they are going for a walk that is final.
For the first time Daniel is truly being taken care of. And she has no idea how she got along without Max. She is also terrified that Max will be like all the others and leave her, like her mom has left her, like her father before that. After all, since Max has been her, she hasn't had a single tantrum…
The next morning is Maxine's initiation ceremony; she gets to witness her first tantrum.
Her mother calls. That morning. When she is sleeping off the hangover from the previous night (morning?). It was eight in the fucking morning what the fuck was her mother doing calling her at this hour?
"What?" she growls answering the annoying ring of her cell phone. Can't believe she's left the damn thing on in the first place.
"Did I wake you, dear?" her mother's voice coos –yes coos, did she mention how much she hates her mom's voice when it gets like that?- in her ear.
"Yes," she grinds out, can feel her teeth actually grinding in tandem with the pounding in her head at being woken up this early and dealing with her skank of a mom.
"Careful, darling, stress causes wrinkles."
"You're right, don't want to end up looking like you." She smiles at the jab she's gotten in, knowing her mother's weakness is the jealously she holds for her daughter.
"No need to be so harsh, I just called to check up on you since you never come visit anymore."
"AT EIGHT IN THE MORNING?!" she screeches.
"Oh dear, I forgot about the time change," her mom says but her pleased tone is saying the exact opposite.
"YOU FUCKING BITCH!" A little harsh maybe, but she has only just gotten to bed at four.
"What the hell?" a new voice intrudes on her mother's indignant response. Daniel looks up and sees Max –looking pretty good considering how early it is- barging into the room. "What's with the yelling?"
Daniel laughs, holding the phone away from her face, holding her mother's voice as far from her as she can, and laughs. It's just funny. Her mother, the woman who had thrown her own daughter to the sharks as a teenager –just do this fashion show for me, it'll be fun– left her out to dry as she'd been taken advantage of in a cruel business, had never been there for her, couldn't wait for her daughter's career to take off so she could spend her money.
"My mother," she explains at Max's look. If she were in Max's place she would probably have the same look on her face. But at the moment she can't think rationally, maybe her 'time of the month' is near or maybe it's the hour, or maybe the years of feuding with her mom…it's all too much.
The cell phone her mother's voice is still screeching out of is the first thing she throws across the room. It hits the wall and shatters –she hated that phone anyway, only her manager and her mother bothered calling it- into several pieces. The babble from it cuts off, the room is silent. A scream erupts from someone's throat sounding more like a wounded animal than a person… wait had that come from her? But no time to dwell on it, her raging emotions not nearly sated. She finds herself up from the bed at the dresser next to it, the make-up and accessories suddenly on the floor, shattered perfume bottles, spilled make-up containers –and why does she even need all this make-up with how everyone's always telling her she's beautiful?- and everything else her hands can reach.
She sees herself doing it, part of her watches like it's someone else, most of her fully aware, fully pissed at her mother, her life, the world, herself…
And the room is trashed. And it's not enough. Will never be enough…
As quickly as it comes the anger is gone, replaced by a feeling of being overwhelmed, like the world is going to start crumbling in on her at any moment.
But as she collapses to the floor, dropping the piece of glass she was about to throw, as it rolls away unharmed, probably the only thing in the room that's survived the storm, Max's arms are around her, holding her close to a soft giving chest, the perfect opposite of the strong hard arms. She's making soothing sounds, mumbling that it will be okay, just let it out, and that's when Daniel realizes she's crying, sobbing really and clutching Maxine like she's the only life line there is in a very violent sea. And maybe she is. No one has tried to reach out to her after one of her tantrums, trusting that she'll pull herself together or that it's just a fit that doesn't matter. And so she has been pulling herself together for the past eight years when her bitch of a mother forced her into this business and left her. So this is nice. Too nice. With that thought Daniel abruptly pulls away.
"Why are you being so nice?" she asks hating the way her voice sounds so weak right now. She expects Max to be offended, which would be a sure sign that she's hit the bull's eye, but per usual, how she expects the older woman to react and how she actually does are two totally different things.
Maxine smiles –smiles- down at her, that sadness she's seen before back in it. "Because I don't think anyone's ever been nice to you before." That makes the tears swell all over again in her eyes and she can't face the look on Maxine's face so she buries herself back into her soft chest and lets those arms just hold her, rocking her trembling body gently.
"Come on," Max says after a while. "Let's get you dressed."
"Fine," Daniel sniffs, she doesn't mean to sound so pathetic, but she wishes she could just remain in Max's arms. But she pulls away again and only when the warmth of Max's body is gone and the cool air of the room surrounds her does she realize that she's only wearing a skimpy pair of panties, being too tired the night before to do more than pull her dress off and unsnap her bra before falling into bed.
She feels heat rushing to her face as her arms automatically come up to cover her chest. She berates herself when she sees Maxine's amused look, she's a model for Pete's sake, and everyone has seen her in various states of undress. The logical part of her fails to convince the rest of her and her hands remain where they are until she has turned away to rummage through a dresser for a clean bra and put it on. She still feels too vulnerable though, so hurries to put on the jeans and top Max hands her, not paying attention to the clothes themselves just glad that there's now a barrier between her and Max.
"Better now?" Max asks when the silence has become too much for them to bear being women and all. Or maybe she's the only one uncomfortable and Max is just picking up on it –she seems awfully perceptive for a woman who would play the male role in a relationship.
And why is Max just staring at her? Oh yeah, she's asked a question and is waiting for a response. Slowly Daniel nods once then turns away muttering out 'fine' but she catches sight of her reflection and realizes she doesn't look fine. She's really not but she should at least try to pretend she is and the first step is getting herself cleaned up. First her eyes are puffy and red, her face is flushed and there are dried tears on her cheeks. And god her hair. No wonder Max is staring.
Only then does she notice what she's wearing.
"Are these yours?" she asks gesturing to the ripped jeans and black t-shirt with the words 'Zombies, Eat Flesh!' written like the Subway logo across the chest.
"The shirt is, the jeans are from your drawer."
"Oh." She's not sure what else there is to say.
"Want to go for coffee?" Max asks out of the blue. But the offer of coffee sounds like heaven at the moment just like it did the first day they met, Daniel being too jazzed up to go back to bed but not going on enough sleep to really function. So yes, caffeine would be lovely.
"Oh my god, that'd be awesome!" she says and laughs as Max does. "Let me get cleaned up and put on some make-up-"
"You don't need it."
"What?"
"The make-up." Max smiles. "You're beautiful without it. Ten minutes," she decrees then is gone, the door shutting behind her on an open-mouthed Daniel who has never heard that she doesn't need the make-up before. Suddenly she wants to cry again but for an entirely different reason.
"Here you go," Max says and sits a tall to-go mug of coffee before her. Daniel grabs it and takes a long drink of the steaming liquid, not caring if it burns her tongue, just wanting the hit of caffeine. When she pulls the cup down it's to see Max regarding her with a humorous light to her eyes.
"Better?" Max asks. It suddenly hits Daniel where they are and what they're doing and –oh god- they're on a date! So she blushes and stammers something unintelligible and Max's smile only widens. "Relax," she says, "I'm not going to jump you…unless you want me to, that is."
And because for some reason, Daniel can't stop staring at her –her eyes so beautiful she could drown in them, her hair falling across her face in a way no designer could possibly make sexier, her lips oh god her lips- and she sure as hell doesn't know what to do when the words what if I want you to form on her lips.
If not for the fact that she's blushing like mad and doing that stammering thing again she'd be laughing at the look of complete shock on Max's face.
Also if her mind weren't being overloaded with her own thoughts warring together. Like "what am I doing?!" and "I like girls?" Only she doesn't. Like girls that is. Hasn't really liked anyone. But Max is different, not sure how or why and-
Her mental rambling is cut off yet again by something pressed against her lips. In a split second it registers in her brain that the foreign yet familiar object is Max's lips pressed tenderly against her own, Max's eyes slipped so sweetly closed and the pressure of her mouth light and undemanding and Daniel finds her own eyes slipping closed.
As soon as it's begun it is over, the feel of Max pulling away from her leaving an unexpected void in her and she wonders if she's done something wrong but when she opens her eyes Max is smiling at her. And before she knows it she's smiling back, a real smile the likes of which she hasn't shown in years, not a posed magazine cover smile.
But there are murmurings around them now, the customers are looking their way and whispering. A quick look around and her eyes are back on Max who is still smiling unheeding of the attention.
"Let's get out of here," she says and holds out her hand. Daniel takes it, no hesitation, and warmth floods through her at the contact as they walk out of the café hand in hand.
"So can we consider this a date?" Max asks her looking like she's not trying to be too hopeful.
"Definitely," Daniel says and leans in for a kiss which Max happily meets her half way for, this time slipping her tongue into Daniel's mouth and making her gasp as warmth spreads through her. But Max mistakes the sound and immediately pulls back.
"Too soon?" she asks worriedly making Daniel want to laugh but knowing that probably wouldn't be the best response right now. It's just hard to believe that someone as confident on the outside as Maxine normally is can be this vulnerable.
Instead of answering with words Daniel pulls her back, crushing their lips together and pushing her tongue beyond the opening of Max's lips into the wet cavern of her mouth. That warmth which was simmering before comes back full force rushing through her veins, pooling low in her belly and making her feel dizzy and off-balance. Every part of her melts when Max takes control of the kiss, her tongue stroking past Daniel's to once again explore her mouth then stroking Daniel's tongue with hers. Gasping, moving their heads to search for that perfect angle as their tongues continue to dance against each other. Every touch builds a fire in Daniel, her skin over sensitized and wanting to feel Max's bare skin. Even as they passion between them builds Max is tender and soft.
Agonizingly she pulls away from Daniel, manages to pant out, "Privacy?" and Daniel can only nod shakily, and untangling the limbs that subconsciously wrapped themselves around Max's waist but can't quite manage to remove the last contact of their hands held tightly together.
They share more kisses as Max hails a taxi and they climb in back, not caring about the odd looks they're receiving from the driver.
"Where's the nearest hotel?" Max between lip locks addresses the older man driving. He rattles off an address and asks if that's alright. Max almost doesn't reply, only has a few seconds when her is mouth is free or Daniel's to mumble some agreement.
Five minutes later finds them outside a surprisingly nice looking hotel, and Daniel is a little nervous as she watches Max slide the keycard through the slot of their room. The door swings open to reveal a spacious room with a single queen sized bed in the center, two chairs, a small kitchen area complete with a stocked bar all in a rich red and gold theme.
"Thirsty?" Max asks with a laugh when she sees Daniel eyeing the alcohol.
"Nah, I think I'm okay," she says eyeing Max now. As if on cue they both move towards each other and Daniel is blown away by the intensity that sparks between them instantly. The heat that has been (somewhat) contained on the drive over and while getting the room key is now back full force and she basks in it. Their tongues begin to dance together in a heated kiss and Max is pulling her close as if she can't get enough of her, one hand running through her hair at the back of her neck, the other wrapped around her waist.
Daniel's hands are doing their own wandering up and down Max's back, over bare arms, and skimming over her backside. But she wants skin to skin contact and Max does that mind reading thing again, lips leaving hers for a heartbeat to draw her shirt over her head and toss it away. Underneath is golden skin and a generous chest covered in a lacy black bra and Daniel has never found women's underwear particularly sexy before but seeing in on Max, imagining herself slowly removing that last barrier between her and perfection she's sure, has her body responding with an intensity she didn't think possible outside of a porn video. And, god, who needs porn when reality is so much better?
Unable to help herself it seems, her hands go to Max's breasts feeling their weight in her palm and wanting to see them bare. But first she levels the playing field and takes off her own shirt, well Max's shirt actually, to be discarded. She watches Max's eyes wander over her skin, hand following their path leaving trails of fire dancing where they've passed, the heat building as Max's lips follow where her hands have been. Soft sounds escape her as Max kisses and sucks at her skin. Daniel has never considered herself particularly vocal but the things Max does to her are too much to take silently.
The sensations going through her are overwhelming, her breath is coming in short gasps and she's not sure how much more she can take before her legs clasps.
Max turns her attention back to her mouth, devouring her whimpers and gasps as her long fingers unhook Daniel's bra and slip it off her arms. She leans back then, eyes raking over the newly uncovered skin, a shade or two paler than the flesh surrounding it and in the center are rose colored buds. Reverently, trailing fingers up her side, Max's hand moves to cup her breast briefly then to test a nipple between two fingers.
The contact brings a moan unexpectedly from Daniel's throat as spike of pure pleasure shoots through her. The fingers continue to pull and tease gently even as Max leans in for a kiss. Daniel's tongue barely brushes Max's this time before Max moves her head down and envelops the nipple with her mouth and if Daniel thought her fingers were talented her mouth is something else. A small scream rips for her throat when she swirls her tongue around the bud.
"You're so sensitive," Max laughs sexily and Daniel blushes not sure how to respond. Max laughs again, drops small kisses on her breast. "It's not a bad thing. In fact it's really…really…sexy," she murmurs pausing between words to plant more kisses that are starting to move lower. Daniel's almost beyond being able to comprehend what Max is saying; too much of her concentration is focused on feeling the brush of Max's short hair against her, the feel of soft lips against her bare skin. She barely notices that Max has at some point taken off both their pants leaving them in just their panties. Not for long apparently as Max is now peeling away her damp underwear. Now Daniel knows how sex between two women is supposed to work, really, but she still can't quite believe it when Max's mouth is suddenly there licking and sucking her most sensitive spot and apparently enjoying herself if the happy little noises coming from her preoccupied mouth are any indication. Of course Daniel can't even hear her over the loud cries being torn from her own throat. The sensation of Max's tongue right on her clit sends any coherent thought from her mind and she can feel herself getting close already for what is going to possibly be the best orgasm of her life. And then Max slips a finger inside of her while at the same time her mouth latches on to Daniel and she sucks her bud, the final straw that sends Daniel over the edge screaming Max's name as liquid drenches Max's hand. Max continues her ministrations however, sending aftershocks rippling through Daniel until all she can do is shudder. Only then does she climb back over her, capturing her lips in a lingering kiss that leaves Daniel tasting herself on Max's lips and tongue. Daniel takes a moment to catch her breath as Max moves them on the bed so she's holding the smaller woman in her arms and Daniel's head is resting on her chest.
"That was amazing," she says and feels Max's chuckle beneath her head. She hesitates before she says is but doesn't blush when she asks, "But you didn't…?"
Max laughs again. "Oh, I did alright. A little after you. I have two hands you know, but I doubt you could hear me."
Daniel does blush at that last part and Max kisses the top of her head.
"Have I mentioned how crazy those sounds you make drive me? I've never been so horny in my life." Which makes Daniel smile and snuggle deeper into Max's arms.
"When I can move again I'm definitely returning the favor," she vows.
"I'll hold you to that," Max agrees.
They fall asleep in each others arms, the previous day finally catching up with Daniel, only waking an hour later to the frantic ringing or Max's cell phone. She finally locates it in her pants pocket and checks the number.
"It's Dick," she informs Daniel.
"Give it here."
Maxine hands her the phone and Daniel firmly presses the off button before tossing it carelessly away.
"It might have been important," Maxine's tone is mock serious and her eyes are laughing.
Daniel shrugs. "I had a shoot at eleven for Vogue." She crawls towards Max putting a seductive sway in her hips and watches Max watch her in interest. "But I can think of way better things I could be doing." Like you.
"Perfect. I was thinking the exact same thing," Max's smile matches hers as they lean in for a kiss…
Daniel smiles up at Max from inches away, finally answering her nervous lover with a tender kiss. "I love you too," she murmurs against her lips then breaks away to snuggle closer to her once again.