Maureen's New Job

By: Ethiwen

Disclaimer: I do not own RENT.

Summary: Maureen has a secret…can Joanne guess?

Ships: MoJo--fluffier than fluffy in this chapter.

Author's Notes: Thanks go out to the Maureen to my Joanne, Amanda, who inspired this fic. I thought it'd be fun. Also the first time I've written anything…well…-hot-…so reviews are appreciated. :)

Warnings: Girl on girl action…allusions to sex. Don't read if it bothers you.

Chapter 1--"Just Guess!"

"Pookie!" Joanne heard the door to their apartment door open. Maureen was home. Well it -was- quiet. Joanne sighed. She -had- been working.

"Pookie! Pookie, where are you? I have wonderful news!

"I'm on the computer! I'm trying to get some work done. Can it wait?"

Maureen appeared in the doorway to the office, eyes bright with excitement, curls bouncing, and face flushed. "Absolutely -not-!" she squealed, breathless.

Joanne pushed the armless swivel chair away from the desk. This had -better- be good.

Maureen climbed into Joanne's lap, straddling her, placing thigh on thigh, and facing her lover.

"Well," Joanne said trying to ignore the provocative position her girlfriend was now seated in, "what's the news?"

"Three guesses!" Maureen said her eyes glinting mischievously.

"Honeybear, you know I am no good at guessing games…"

"Pookie!" Maureen whined, "Just guess!"

"Okay…umm…you've joined the circus?"

"Wrong!" Maureen giggled. "Guess again!"

"Uh…you're a secret agent in the CIA?" Joanne ventured.

"Nope. Wrong again!" Maureen squealed delightedly. "One more guess!"

"I give up, Mo."

"Pookie! C'mon, guess! You're no fun." she pouted.

"Okay…fine. You found out that you're related to Elvis Presley?"

"No silly. Pookie! Guess for -real-."

"But my first two guesses weren't serious." Joanne protested

"Then this one -has- to be." Maureen retorted.

"Well…what are you going to give me if I guess right?" Joanne teased not expecting an answer. Then she saw Maureen's eyes sparkle. Uh-oh. Probably shouldn't have asked. Joanne thought.

"Oooh Pookie!" she laughed. Then she leaned into her girlfriend. "You'll see…" she muttered saucily into her ear.

Nope, should -not- have asked. Joanne thought. Now she had the incentive to guess, but lacked the focus to do it. Her attention had shifted from the guessing game to the hot breath on her neck.

"Guess." Maureen whispered insistently before trailing kisses down her lovers chestnut neck.

"Oh God, Maureen…" Joanne moaned softly as she felt Maureen's tongue roll delicately across her collarbone.

"Guess." Maureen commanded quietly.

Joanne was too far gone to guess. She crashed her lips into Maureen's, clashing teeth, and melded their mouths in an urgent, heated kiss. Joanne ran her hand through Maureen's hair, urging her forward to deepen the kiss. Joanne's tongue flicked across Maureen's mouth, demanding entrance.

"Nuh-uh." Maureen pushed her lover away. "No more until you guess."

"Fucking Tease…" Joanne grumbled. "Okay…fine." Joanne closed her eyes, trying to think, but opened them quickly, realizing that what she saw when her eyes were closed was -not- going to help her concentrate.

"Damnit Maureen, you've messed with my head. Give me a clue?" she pleaded.

"Ummm…ok. It has to do…with performing…"

"Maureen, you got a job?"

"Uh-huh!" the diva bounced excitedly. "I got a lead! I'm Olivia in Twelfth Night!"

"Oh, Honeybear! That's wonderful! Shakespeare? Wow, that's such a change for you! I'm proud of you, Mo."

"Thanks Pookie." Maureen got up from where she was seated. After giving her girlfriend a quick peck on the lips, she left the office and started walking down the hall.

"Honeybear? Where are you going?" Joanne asked rather disappointed.

"Well…" Maureen called slyly, "Don't you want the rest of the prize I promised you?"

Joanne smiled, and got up to follow her lover, leaving her work forgotten.