Part 2
"I still have trouble imagining you ever actually letting yourself get into such a ludicrous predicament."
"Oh really," she purred, her foot gently massaging me through my pants. I could feel myself stirring under that touch, and so could she if the devilish grin on her lips was any clue. "I don't recall you having any problem with getting into character to rehearse it..."
Memories of that night flickered through my head, and I couldn't help but grin back at her. Sure, the whole scenario was stupid, even if you didn't know what Maya was like, but it had been a fun game to play – and there are very few straight guys who would have any major objection to a sexy woman naked on her knees in front of them, looking up with submissive eyes and all but begging to be allowed to please them.
A sudden twinge had me gritting my teeth, and Maya quickly lifted her foot away from my lap with a murmured "sorry". I gave her a wry smile in reply as I slipped a hand under the waistband of my pants to try and rearrange things down there.
"So," she asked as I got myself straightened out. "This one we're actually likely to consider doing?"
"Just a pin-up, actually. The hunter outfit."
"All of it?" she asked archly, and I laughed.
"Mostly."
"Okay," she nodded to herself. "I'll think it over. More important, however, is what's for dinner? I have to work tonight, but I shouldn't be out too late."
I nearly grimaced at that reminder, but managed to keep the impulse in check. I'd honestly forgotten that she was supposed to be out tonight, and the familiar stab of worry for her was a pretty effective mood killer as far as the stirring in my crotch was concerned. Okay, sure, she'd managed this long without anything more than the occasional scratch and the like, but there was a reason the stories I wrote based on her job were so full of adventure, excitement and all that shit that can get a person killed.
Something must have showed, though, because Maya sat up, swinging her legs around until she was kneeling on the couch beside me. Reaching out, she laid a hand gently on my cheek, offering me a reassuring smile. "It's a briefing. The single greatest risk I will face will be falling asleep whilst someone spends their time explaining shit I've already known for years."
Answering her smile with a little one of my own, I turned my head, pressing a kiss against her hand, and tried to concentrate on the other reason her being out tonight was going to be inconvenient. That one was a far more pleasant thing to dwell on, even if it did nothing to quell the nervous feeling in my gut.
"I'd best make sure you're all fuelled up then, hadn't I?" I asked, but she simply looked at me in silence for a few seconds. I was about to say something when she flashed a grin and leaned in to give me a quick, playful nip on the ear.
"I'm already stoked," she announced. "Five wins in a row, laying waste to all that dared stand before me. I deserve a reward."
"I'm going to feed you, what more do you want?"
Her reply was a sneaky grin, and I sighed as I took the bottle she held out to me. The moment I had hold of it, there was a swirl of blackness, a thump of imploding air, and she was gone, a streak of cloudy shadow launching itself out through the door and into the hall.
"I vote not pizza!" she called, sounding like she was in the bedroom - which gave me a moment's pause, but there was no chance she was going to have managed to ferret anything out that fast, even with the blatant cheating that was her ability to 'port herself from place to place.
Not pizza. What a resoundingly helpful suggestion that was. Though, to be fair, it was a distinct change from when we were both a lot younger. It must have taken nearly five damned years for her to get bored of the stuff back then... though, to be fair, we were limited to what I could sneak from my parents, which meant it took a lot longer than it would nowadays to work through the combinations that had appealed to her.
Things had been... different, back then. In some ways, a lot simpler. None of the grown-up shit we both had to deal with these days. On the other hand, the whole 'saying out of sight' thing had been a whole lot harder on Maya when we'd been kids. She'd not learned the way of it, only been faced with the rule... and to cap that all off, it was a rule I'd managed to utterly smash simply by learning that she existed, and wasn't just the product of a young boy's imagination.
I still don't know how she managed to get out of that one...
Luckily, I already had a plan for dinner, and a quick burst of mental maths worked out that it would even still be workable. There'd be less time after it was all supposed to be done with, sure, but that had always been the more... flexible part of the idea.
Still, it didn't hurt to make sure.
With my beer done, I eyed Maya's bottle, only to find it as empty as my own, then shrugged and got to my feet. Heading into the kitchen, I dropped both bottles into the recycling bin like a good boy, then picked up the phone that was sat in its cradle attached to the wall. I had to pull the card I'd used earlier out in order to make sure I got the number right, but once I had it, only a few moments passed before I was talking to the guy I'd made the arrangements with earlier.
Only a short conversation was needed to reassure myself that everything going to plan at that end, and it turned out to be a good thing that this was the case. Another pop of displaced air sounded right behind me, and as I started to turn around, a solid grip latched onto my waist and held me in place. Listening to the voice on the other end of the phone became a much lower priority for me than it had been when those same purple hands moved around the the front of my waist, one getting to work on my zipper whilst the other simply grabbed hold of my dick and squeezed.
"So, we'll be there in about an hour and a half, Mr. Whaite." the man on the phone said to me, totally oblivious to what was happening to the guy he was speaking to. "Is that okay?"
"Fine," I managed, somehow keeping my voice calm and level as the front of my pants was yanked open and nimble fingers worked their way inside to start attacking my boxers. "I'll see you then."
"An hour and a half?" Maya's silky voice slid into my ear, sending a shiver through me as I hit the button to hang up the call. "Good job I decided to grab a snack now, isn't it?"
I was hardly going to argue, even if I'd been in a position to. Instead, I moved with the urging nudge at my waist, turning and backing up until may ass bumped into the counter. No sooner had I stopped then Maya was dropping to one knee in front of me, a gleam of pleasure in her eyes as she finished yanking the front of my pants open and pulled my fast-hardening cock into the open.
"I'm a snack, am I?" I asked with a sigh. "Reduced to nothing more than a nibble..."
"Oh, like you're complaining," she shot back, grinning up at me as she stroked my shaft, making sure it was good and ready for her. There wasn't much I could really say to argue the point, and once she was satisfied, and when she was satisfied with what she held in her hand, talking of any sort stopped being of any real importance.
Her lips wrapped themselves around the head of my shaft, and I let out a groan as she took it deeper into the wet heat of her mouth, and I found myself grabbing a double handful of her emerald hair as I worked on keeping my knees from giving way. As she worked on me with her mouth, her hands weren't idle, one of them softly massaging my balls through the fabric of my jeans, whilst the other carried on stroking my cock whenever enough of it emerged from between her lips.
Needless to say, there was only so much of this sort of thing I could take, and there had always been something about the way she did it that made it impossible for me to hold myself back for very long when she set her mind to it. Within only a minute or so, I was moving my hips, meeting her sucking mouth with a slow fucking motion of my own, and it seemed like only a very short while after that before the familiar burning tightness began to build inside my balls.
"Maya..." I breathed, and she looked up at me, grinning around the mouthful of my cock she was still busily devouring. Whatever she'd been doing in the bedroom, it hadn't involved her clothing, and when she pulled her mouth away from the head of my shaft, stroking and pumping away with evident intent, only seconds passed before the orgasm surged up within me and a strand of sticky white cum launched itself over the little top she still wore.
"Ah, shit..." I groaned, and another jet of cum shot out, and another, until the creamy glaze of my climax was spattered liberally over the dark fabric of her top and the amethyst swell of her breasts.
"Now look what you've done," she pouted, but I could easily see the laughter lurking behind the sulky mask she was putting on. "Now I'm all sticky..."
Rising smoothly to her feet, she shot me a reproachful look, one that I met with a wry grin of my own, and simply grabbed the bottom of her top and hauled it up over her head. Even now, the sight of her can take my breath away, and I felt my mouth go dry as the full, ripe orbs of her breasts bobbed free of the fabric, their dark peaks tight with her pleasure and almost begging for me to go to my knees and suckle at them like a hungry baby.
The fact that she was casually using her top to mop up the glistening mess that coated her skin wasn't exactly going to cool my ardour much either... And she knew it, which was why it came as no surprise whatsoever when she flashed me a grin and darted off toward the door.
"Shower time!" she called back over her shoulder, and I couldn't help laughing, shaking my head at her antics as I stood there, dick still hanging out as I scooped the phone up off of the counter where it had fallen and set it back in it's cradle.
"Well," I muttered to myself, still smiling as I started putting myself away again. "At least she didn't just rip the damned zipper this time..."
I'd taken advantage of Maya's dive into the shower to get some things sorted out in the bedroom, and the main bulk of what I'd carried into the apartment had been shifted into the lounge to be hidden away in there. I'd also picked out a few bits and pieces from Maya's drawers, laying them out on the bed for her to find when she emerged.
This didn't pass without comment, of course. When she saw what I'd done, she gave me a long, suspicious look that I'd managed to return with a display of total innocence – which she believed for about half a second. Maybe. All that happened was me being shooed out of the bedroom, though, so I figured I gotten away with it.
I just wondered if she'd actually connect the dots as to why I was doing some of this stuff today...
One of the advantages of living in a major city is what can be whistled up at the end of a phone, and in this case it was something a little more than the takeaway she'd probably been expecting me to call for. Instead, by the time the guys making the delivery had finished, there was an elegant spread of dishes sat under covers on the coffee table in front of the couch, a flickering candle making up for the fact the lounge lights had been turned way down... and a rather expensive bottle of wine sat open beside an empty glass next to the food.
The other glass was in my hand, and I'd already taken a sip or two of the golden liquid in it, both to confirm that it was as good as it was meant to be, and to steady myself a bit for what I knew was coming.
Needless to say, when Maya, after being discretely invisible elsewhere in the apartment whilst the delivery had been happening, entered the lounge, her reaction was... interesting.
"Okay... what have you done, and how badly am I going to have to kill you for it?"
I smiled at her wary tone, but mostly my attention was on the vision she made standing there in the doorway. It was hard to find clothes who's colouring went well with hers, but it was also hard to go wrong with the basics – in this case, a sheer white dress that hugged her body like a second skin, leaving her shoulders bare as it flowed down her curves, splitting just below one hip to show a very eye-catching length of leg.
The dress fit her closely enough that it was pretty damned obvious that there was nothing under it but her, but she'd slipped herself into a pair of stockings that matched its snowy shade, and had even added a pair of strappy heels to finish the ensemble. All in all, a very distracting thing to see walk in, and I knew full well that what I thought of it was plain to see on my face.
It also made my own shirt and jeans look positively scruffy in comparison, but I could always claim the excuse of not being allowed into the bedroom to get changed...
Setting my glass down, I poured some wine into the other and held it out, smiling softly as Maya sauntered over and took it. Curiosity flickered in her eyes as she lifted it to her lips, but she was apparently willing to wait until I explained.
Which meant that she'd not, in fact, worked out one of the main reasons this was happening.
"Happy anniversary, honey."
Maya blinked, that golden gaze turning puzzled for a moment before clearing in understanding. "Damn," she breathed. "It really is, isn't it?"
"Yup. Twenty years to the day since we met."
"Since you took advantage of a naïve young pouchling and snared her with promises of milk and cookies, you mean."
Her dry tone had my chuckling, even as my eyes tracked every single move she made as she settled herself down on the couch beside me, folding her legs and – purely by coincidence – giving me more of a view of her stockinged thigh.
"If that's how you want to remember it, sure."
"Good. I do so adore winning."
"I'd never have guessed. I also, by the way, am still waiting for an answer as to just what the hell you were doing with all those socks you kept stealing from me. Which, I might add, is why I set out to catch you in the first place."
The only answer I got to that was the same infuriatingly smug smile that she always gave instead of any sort of actual explanation, and I just rolled my eyes as she took another sip of wine. "So this is my anniversary present, is it?"
"No," I said with a smile. "It's dinner. Your present is yet to come."
"No it isn't," she replied calmly. "It's sat right here beside me. Or it will be when it gets its ass unwrapped."
I shook my head with a laugh, getting to my feet and walking over to where I'd stashed the box under the desk. As I carried it back, holding the thing carefully due to the wait, I knew my smile had turned a bit sadder as what I was about to say came to mind.
"I sold the house," I told her, and Maya immediately straightened, setting her glass down and looking at me with more than a hint of sympathy – and surprise.
"I thought you weren't going to," she said quietly, and I shrugged.
"It was time, and its not like we were ever going to use it. Besides, I needed the money for some things."
"Mark, it was you parents' house. You grew up there."
"We grew up there," I corrected, "But... yeah. You're right. But it was also too damn full of memories."
Maya looked at me in silence for a few long seconds, then sighed and nodded.
"Anyway," I said quickly, deliberately lightening the tone. "Your present. You know those chef knives you were drooling over? The ones you say on TV?"
"Mark, please tell me you were not fucking insane enough to sell your parents house to get me some stupid bloody knives."
The fact that she was obviously quite worried that I'd done just that was kind of funny, and I grinned at her as I flipped the catches on the box and lifted the lid.
"Not knives, no. These are made of the same stuff, though."
It was only when I went down on one knee, letting her see what lay inside the box, that Maya's expression turned into something other than good-natured suspicion. What it finally settled on, I judged as I watched her, was a kind of startled wonder, and I smiled to myself as one purple hand reached out to touch what lay inside the box. It stopped half way, though, and she turned her attention back to me, eyes wide with surprise.
"Seriously?" she asked, and the combination of shock and wonder in her voice was almost intoxicating.
"Seriously," I assured her, then gave her a crooked grin. "take them. Please. Before my leg cramps up."
"Wow, what a romantic soul you are..." she commented dryly, and answered my smile with one of her own. A moment later, though, both hands were into the box, and I felt the thing get lighter as she took hold of what was in there and lifted it.
"Consider them my contribution to keeping your world safe," I told her, but it didn't seem like she'd heard me. Instead, every scrap of her attention seemed to be on the pair of eighteen inch blades she held in her hands, candlelight gleaming off of the razor-sharp edges.
"These are..." she breathed, looking like she was almost in a trance of some sort as she turned them in her hands. "The balance...."
"I confess, I borrowed some of your old ones. The guy I know didn't ask where I got them from, but he was happy enough to use them as a template."
"Mark," she said quietly, finally looking my way – and with a fairly heavy dose of seriousness when she did it. "You know the rules about taking things over."
"Maya, it's steel. Not even your boss is going to object to that." I put the box down on the floor, nudging it out of the way as I gave her that innocent look again. "She told me."
"What?"
That single flat word was enough to make it abundantly clear that whatever she might have expected me to say, Maya had not seen that coming at all.
"She visited me a month or so ago, checking how things were. So, I asked her."
"Kali, fascist rules-monkey and killer of all joy in life, came here. To see you. Voluntarily. And there wasn't widespread claims that the world was ending?"
"She's not that bad, honey."
"She's a natural born engine of destruction – and that's just to her own side."
She was also Maya's mother, but that sort of thing had never seemed to matter to her kind. Not as much as it did to humans, at least. I didn't see any need to mention that little detail, though, since she not only knew it anyway but wouldn't have seen the point in me bringing it up. Her reactions when it came to my family were simply the result of having learned that they were actually important to me.
Just one of many differences in our breeds, I guess... For a moment, I let myself wonder if I was ever going to finish getting used to all the ways we were different, but pushed it aside. I had other things to deal with first.
Continued in Part 3
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