We all know Maya is turned on by angry Lucas. I bet you, secretly, Lucas is the same. Even if Maya is yelling in his face and swearing at him, I feel like the only thing he'd be thinking about is kissing her.
So one of my friends started watching GMW and was like "Lucas and Maya would be a cute couple", and I went bat shit and revealed my obsession and all my headcanons and fanfiction writing life to her and shoved all my fanfic recs in her face at once and her reaction was literally εεεεε＝（ﾉﾟдﾟ）ﾉ I think I'm too Lucaya af for her right now... I probably should have started out slowly lol. It doesn't matter though. She'll come around and become hardcore Lucaya Trash soon enough... "ψ(｀∇´)ψ WAHAHAHAHAH!
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Title: Practice Makes Perfect
Pairings&Characters: Lucaya, Katy (mentioned)
Genre: Humor, Romance, Fluff, WAFF, AU
Rating: T for trippy conversations with moms.
Summary: Katy gives Maya some... advice.
Written because Lucas and Maya having such a chill relationship in the future gives me warm and fuzzy feelings.
(Would have been a K+, but somehow, I always manage to pervert a simple fic into something with vulgarity...)
UPDATE 06.06.15: Changed one line because it rubbed me the wrong way. Also, felt I should clarify. This alternate universe is one in which Maya's mom neglected Maya in her youth because she couldn't let go of her partying lifestyle and is now trying to slowly make amends. This was a part of an AU fic about Maya's struggles reconciling her shambled past and her future with Lucas that I never got around to writing and then gave up on haha.
Maya stormed into her and Lucas' apartment seething and pissed off beyond belief. She slammed the door shut and tossed her keys on the kitchen counter with a soft growl under her breath. Lucas watched her with a raised brow, used to her coming home angry for various reasons, but still a little wary of her turning her temper on him.
"Hey." he greeted with a smile, mixing the pot on the stove. "How was shopping with your mom?"
"Terrible." she tossed off her coat and flung it haphazardly on the sofa before stepping out of her ankle boots and approaching the kitchen island.
"What happened?"
"My mom and I went to a quaint little tea place thingy that recently opened at the mall for a refreshment." She said, waving her hands about dismissively, "There were all these women with babies and young children taking a break there too."
"That sounds nice."
"It wasn't." her lip curled. "My mom was all obsessed with them, cooing at them and kissing them and just gushing and being her typical annoying self when she sees kids."
"How is that so bad?" he asked, peering inside the oven to check on the food, "Aren't you used to it by now?"
"Yeah. I'm used to that." she said, rolling her eyes. "What I'm not used to is to the subject that came after that."
"What came after?"
"The subject of grandkids. As in, when she'll get hers."
Lucas straightened and stared at her, eyebrow raised a little in amusement.
"She wouldn't shut up about wanting grandkids. She was all like 'I'm not gonna be this young and gorgeous forever Maya. I want to be able to pick up your future children.'" Maya said, affecting her mother's dramatic method of speaking, "Every other second! Even when the waiter came to take our order, she brought it up, asking him if he thought I should have kids. He gave me the number for a damn sperm bank."
Lucas chuckled quietly, looking for the bottle of white wine in the pantry. "But Katy always says stuff like that. She brought it up at dinner last week too."
"While, yes, it's not uncommon for her to bring it up, this time, she went too far." Maya said in low tone, her eyes shining in disgust.
"What did she do?"
"She used my cycle to get her gynecologist to map out my most fertile days and basically told the whole world that next week would be a perfect time to 'breed'. It was embarrassing!"
He walked back to the stove, pouring a little wine into a pan on the stove. "It couldn't have been that bad, babe."
"It was. Take a look at this."
Maya rummaged in her bag, shifting aside old receipts and clutter until she found what she was looking for. She yanked a small book out and tossed it across the counter towards him.
Lucas wiped his hands on a dish towel and picked it up, reading the cover, "Twenty-one Different Ways To Maximize Fertilization."
"You see that bullshit?"
He laughed, shaking his head in mirth. "Your mom is something else."
"Read the title of chapter sixteen."
He peered inside, flipping to the indicated chapter.
"How to train your sperm to survive in even the most deadly of vaginas." Lucas frowned. "That's, uh… interesting."
"She does this crap all the time!" Maya threw her hands up in frustration. "Remember when she swapped your condoms out with expired ones back when we were in college?"
He winced, remembering how shaken up Maya had gotten after one of them had broken. That had led to the grueling Summer of Celibacy.
"Yeah."
"And then when she tried to switch my birth control with peppermints earlier this year? I've had it!"
Lucas could tell Maya was getting pretty upset about the whole thing.
"Maya, she was probably just playing around today. Don't take it to heart."
"No. I'm done with her. Does she think this is funny?" Maya growled. "We just tied the knot a month ago. Why the hell is she so insistent on me having damn kids as soon as possible?"
Lucas cut off the oven and stove with a sigh and walked around the island to Maya. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her to him, kissing her softly on the forehead.
"She might just want you to finally have a real family. Maybe she thinks a baby will do just that."
She frowned in concern, fiddling with a button on his shirt, "Yeah, but why does she think I'm ready to be a mom… I can barely take care of myself."
"Maybe she sees something in you that tells her you are." He cradled her face in his hand, rubbing her cheek gently, "Do you think you're ready?"
"I honestly don't know. Part of me says I want a kid of my own, but the other part is too scared to. I just don't want to screw this up like my mom did. I don't want to make the same mistakes as her. I don't want to be a mother that my children will resent."
Maya acted tough, but deep down, Lucas knew she had a lot of insecurities and demons she was still battling. He was just glad that she opened up to him about her problems now. It was a far cry from the start of their relationship years ago where she had actively avoided talking about anything.
"Maya. I know you would make an amazing mother because you would make sure to never let yourself make the same mistakes as Katy. You've learned from the mistakes of the past, and you know what not to do." He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Don't fret about it. Whatever you decide, I'll support your decision."
"Do you want kids?" she asked cautiously, meeting his gaze anxiously.
"I wouldn't mind a few mini-Mayas running around." Lucas shrugged with a smile, "But I'm willing to wait until you're ready."
"Thank you." she leaned up and pressed her lips chastely against his. "You're the best."
"Anything for my wife."
She snuggled against his chest, "You know it could be a pretty long wait, right?"
"I don't mind. Although…" he said playfully, sliding his hands over her ass and whispering suggestively in her ear, "More practice until it's time wouldn't hurt."
"What?"
"Your mom did give us a book with some great tips." He nuzzled her neck, lightly brushing the skin with his lips. "We should try them all out." He kissed a slow, deliberate trail up her neck to her ear. "Right now." He bit the lobe, tugging on it. "After all, I need to train my sperm, don't I?"
Maya blushed, involuntarily pressing herself closer to him. No matter how long she'd been with Lucas, her body could never get used to his kisses.
"I have to paint." She sighed, breath catching a bit when his mouth grazed over a sensitive part of her neck.
"That can wait." He caught her chin and gave her a languid, heat-filled kiss that momentarily blurred her focus and made her knees go weak.
"…What about dinner?"
"You're all the dinner I need, Maya." He said, slowly pulling off her glasses and setting them on the kitchen counter.
"You're such a dork."
But she laughed as he scooped her up and tossed her onto the couch, crawling on top of her with a naughty grin.