Title: In the World of Maggie Stone—chapter 5
Author: Tracy Winston
Summary: What's going on back in Pine Valley in the world of Maggie?
Disclaimer: still don't own em
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Chapter 5
Eyes shut, head back, I inhale deeply, trying to calm my breathing as I find a more comfortable spot in this airplane chair. My nose is greeted with the vague scent of Enchantment and a smell that is purely… Bianca. In a fraction of a second my eyes snap open, turning to what I thought was a vacant seat to my left. No longer vacant, the seat next to me is occupied by none other than Bianca Christine Montgomery.
"Bianca! What, how, I…" Confusion gets the better of me as I fumble for words. My jaw remains dropped as the object of my confusion—and yes, affection—laughs at my reaction.
"I was wondering how long it'd take you to notice my presence. Were you able to get some good rest?" She turned slightly in her seat to face me, allowing for me to take in what she's wearing, consisting of a long sleeve white shirt that actually looks like two shirts, and one of her many pairs of black dress pants.
'Damn, when'd she get that shirt? I don't think it could be cut any further in her cleavage…'
I force my eyes back up to meet Bianca's knowing look, which includes a raised eyebrow. "Get lost?"
Never in my life have I ever had this much trouble forming words as I have today. "I.. um… yeah, kinda." She just nods, temporarily focused on raising the armrest between our seats, then scoots closer. "So… quick question… not that I mind that you're here with me… but aren't you unconscious in a hospital in Florida?"
"Yeah, I heard that. Big bump to the head. I'm going to be hesitant to live above the ground floor anywhere for a while. Either that or I'll be sure to have the balcony secured with steel beams or something." She's actually smiling and lets out a little laugh at her own humor and at her own expense.
At the mention of her 'big bump to the head' I raise my hands and put them gently to her head, feeling softly around for any wound. "So if you're still in Florida, then I managed to fall asleep in this lumpy chair and this is a very weird dream."
Bianca's hands come up and rest on top of mine. "And a decent one, if I do say so myself."
Okay, that's confusing me. "'A decent one?' You're in a coma and I'm stuck on an airplane."
"True, but that doesn't mean we can't still have fun."
In an instant Bianca has gone from sitting next to me and holding my hands to her face to her straddling my waist, her arms around my neck and my arms around her waist.
Before responding I take a much-needed deep breath—oh shit, but not without bringing Bianca's chest into contact with mine. I can actually feel my face and neck flushing. If possible, Bianca seems enjoy this just as much. Before I can react she has her mouth by my right ear, whispering hotly into it. "Having problems, Mags?" And then she just had to start nibbling on my earlobe.
All the tension in my neck gives way, causing my head to tilt to the left, giving Bianca more room to do… whatever she feels like, really. "Ah, oh God, Binks, what are you doing?"
Is it possible to feel someone smile around the little bit of your ear they have in your mouth? I, Maggie Stone, can say yes, it is possible. Especially when said smiling person is apparently grinning from ear to ear. "I thought that would be pretty obvious. Right now I'm nibbling on your earlobe," she drops kisses along that small area of skin on my neck between my ear and hairline, "kissing your neck," then runs her tongue across the area, as though marking her territory, "licking your neck." One final kiss just below my ear. "You know, the basics of heated making out." She pulls back a few inches to make us be face-to-face. "Only it's supposed to be a duet, and my partner seems to be unresponsive."
My arms tighten around her waist, bringing her impossibly closer. "Unresponsive?!" I slide my hands up her back, tangling my right hand in her hair. "You call this unresponsive?!" Before she can begin to respond, I bring her lips to mine, putting all my feelings into the most passionate kiss imaginable. The arms around my neck shift, Bianca's left hand moving to rest on my shoulder near the base of my neck, playing with the previously pushed down turtleneck of my sweater. 'A-ha! I knew she liked this sweater!' At the same time, her right hand moves up into my hair, giving her more leverage for kissing me back.
'What a kiss!' is all I can think as I hold my best friend and soon-to-be girlfriend—I hope!—closer, as though she might fall off of my lap if I give her even an inch of room. After experiencing the best kiss of my entire life, we pull apart to get some much needed oxygen.
Once I have enough air in my lungs to breathe properly, I take a deep breath and say, "Did that mean to you anything close to what it meant to me?"
Bianca rests her forehead against mine, causing me to notice for the first time that my forehead, and possible Bianca's, is sweating. "Hmm, let's see." Extracting her right hand from my hair, she lets it glide down my neck and rest against my jugular, which is pounding in my throat at about a mile a minute. She then takes my left hand from behind her back and directs it to her throat, where she has it rest against her throat. The doctor in me goes right to the jugular to feel for a pulse. Just as fast, if not faster, than mine. A huge smile comes to my face. "I'd have to say 'yes' then, Maggie. That wasn't just some friendship or family kiss. I definitely don't kiss Kendall like that."
"Well I should hope not!" I say to her, feigning hurt all the while grinning like an idiot. "So what does this mean for-" The hand previously resting on my throat moves to cover my lips.
"Sshh, let's not worry about the real world right now. I just want to be here with you, kissing you." Gentle kisses are placed along my temple. "Can I do that? Can we do that, Mags?"
Our lips meet again for a short but oh-so-sweet kiss. "Of course. Always and forever, if I have anything to do with it." Another soft kiss, then I rest my head against her shoulder.
"Mmm, sounds good to me," Bianca says, well, more like purrs against my neck.
This is so perfect; I swear I can almost hear music. I think Bianca can too, because she's humming along to some tune that seems vaguely familiar.
I brush back some hair from her face and tuck it behind her ear. "What are you thinking, Binks?"
"You. Us. What we have ahead of us." She pushes me slightly, forcing me onto my back, across the seats. My eyebrows go up in surprise, but I don't get a chance to respond before she puts a finger to my lips. "Tonight I'm gonna give you all my love in the back seat." I giggle, thinking she's just talking about our situation on the plane. I guess we are technically in the back since there's only a row or two behind us. I wonder if there are people behind us… The thought doesn't last long in my mind before Bianca places kisses on my neck and up to my face. Once to my face she smiles. "Gonna speed it down and slow it up in the back seat." Funny, that didn't sound like Binks… oh no, not again.
I sit up straight in my seat, startling myself out of my nap. Those words Bianca began saying, just a part of one of the songs on this CD Jamie made me. Rewinding the track a bit, I feel my face flush again. 'No wonder I had dream about making out with Bianca; this whole song is about sex!' I flip to another track by the same performer, and then another, and they too had sexual undertones. 'Thanks a lot James Martin, now I'm going to have some sort of Pavlov's dog association with these songs, and think of making out with Bianca whenever I hear them. Well… not really a bad thought to have…'
Gah! Falling asleep on three and a half hour plane rides suck! Especially since they don't have cold showers.
Oh well, at least the plane is about to make its descent into Orlando.
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I propose for anyone to listen to Gwen Stefani's new CD and try to tell me that half her songs aren't about sex, or at the very least don't make you think about sex. Ha, don't bother, it's not possible. I've been listening to that CD all day… okay, I guess that says a lot about me… and why I felt like writing this chapter. It was either that or a cold shower, and I don't tend to care for those after midnight.
The outfit Bianca's wearing is the one she was wearing when she found out from Babe about Miranda in the hotel room. Oh, and before you can ask—the ears. I have Bianca go after the area on and around Maggie's ears because that is personally a very sensitive area for me. But I guess any place would be sensitive if I had Bianca in my lap. :)
The song quoted was "Bubble Pop Electric," by Gwen Stefani. It sounds really stupid the first time you listen to it, but it gets oddly addictive, especially if you imagine Bianca and Maggie in the scenario proposed in the song. Now that you're all thinking that I have too much time on my hands, I think I'm going to catch up on some fanfic, assuming any of it has been updated, and then perhaps go to bed (Gasp! Before 4 am!) Later all!
Steph,
aka Tracy Winston