"Do you still love him?"
Maya stops kissing the spot between his neck and shoulder to look up at him, bumping into his chin along the way.
"What?" She asks, pretending she didn't hear him the first time. She's worked too hard to relapse now.
He takes a deep breath, and then, "Do you still love…him?"
It's obvious to figure out who he's talking about, but Maya decides to feign ignorance. That chapter of her life is done, past, history, and now she's ready to start the next chapter with the man she's currently under. "Is this about Zig? Because if it is that was a one-time thing, you know that, and it was just to see if –"
"You know who this is about, Maya."
Doesn't she? But she pretends not to anyway, because if she pretends hard enough than maybe, just maybe, the pain will go away. "Miles, why are we talking when we could be doing this?"
She crashes her lips into his before he can intervene, using every trick in her book to get him to just shut up. After a particularly frisky nip of his bottom lip a sensual groan gets caught in his throat and Maya smiles against his lips; she has never been more grateful for his weakness against pleasure. He continues to let her do anything she wants with him, moaning and groaning and thinking maybe he's starting to rub off on her a bit too much. He helps her take off his shirt and then she wiggles out of her panties while one of his hands is busy with his belt and the other is holding him up on the mattress. (Her hip accidently grazes his hard on, which erects a reaction from both of them, a promise of good things soon to come.) They're really about to do this. After months of denying feelings and playing hard to get, after half a year of on-and-off-again relationships, and after one year and twenty-three days of staying together, they are really about to do this. Fumbling a bit, he turns on the lamp on his bedside table, to which she mildly protests, but silence falls when he fishes a small packaged square out of a drawer.
They both lock eyes with each other, searching for any signs of rejection before they take this final, monumental step in their relationship. Finally Maya nods her head, the rosy blush of her cheeks highlighted by the lamplight. Miles smiles a bit, because only she could manage to look this cute when they're about to do it.
"Hey, Miles?" Maya whispers, so quiet only someone this close to her would manage to hear.
He looks up after having positioned himself, a small quirk of his lips the only indicator of his playfulness. "Yes, Matlin, Maya Matlin?"
She scoffs, the tip of her lips stretching into its own smile. "Just turn off the light, dork."
He complies, and while doing so he hears a small gasp escape her petite lips.
"Oops. My bad."
"Tease." She hisses, the rest of the night drown out to them both as they connect with one another.
Once they're done, his arms give out, his full weight squashing her petite body as he falls.
"Sorry…" His low tenor rumbles against her throat and she giggles.
"No worries." She whispers tiredly, arms wrapping around him securely as she feels the tendrils of sleep start to pull her in. "I like us like this."
Before he has the chance to ask her if that's a double meaning she falls asleep, her soft (adorable) snores and steady breathing indicating him that he should do the same. But he can't, not after what just happened, so he settles for pulling up the covers around them and watching as her chest rises and falls peacefully. The rhythm is both soothing and hypnotic, and he soon finds himself drowsing off as well.
The radiance of the morning sun is just peeking past his bedroom curtains when he is awaken by her slight tremors. He moves his head to look up at her, his hair ticking her and causing her to fidget.
"S'op it…" she mumbles, and Miles has the awareness to chuckle softly. "…Cam."
Everything in his body freezes. He gets up, a little too fast, and feels dizzy. She didn't just stay that, right? She couldn't have, not after what they just…
"Miles?"
He looks down to see Maya looking at him through her lashes, a confused from on her dainty features. "Miles, is something wrong?"
Automatically he answers, "Nothing's wrong."
She gives him a skeptical look. "Are you sure? You're up so early…"
"I'm sure." He says, trying to convince himself more than he's trying to convince her. "I think I just had a bad dream. Nothing to worry about."
"Oh…" she gives him one more sideways glance before seemingly giving up, apparently too tired to care. "Okay. If you say so." She gives him a kiss on the forehead, says that's what her mom used to do back when she was a kid and had nightmares, before snuggling next to him, giving him one last chaste kiss and closing her eyes.
He does the same, trying to follow her lead, but a tiny part of him knows, no matter how hard he tries to deny it.
Screw you, Cam.
Yes, she still loves him.
Man, do I love triangles. Brownie points for you if you caught and/or chuckled at the pun I put in there. More brownie points if you leave a comment/review. *Wink, wink*