FIC And her name was…(The Second Visitation) ADULT

Title: And her name was…(The Second Visitation) ADULT

Author: astabasta
Rating: ADULT
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Ashley
Summary: Ashley's second time with Maggie. Author's note: I just recently saw the episode "First Time" (yes I'm a little late) where Ashley does a monologue about her first time with a girl. So of course my imagination ran wild with the idea of creating what Ashley's first time(s) was/were like. This series develops a fictitious character out of the girl whose name Ashley mentions in the episode.
Spoilers/Warnings: None

The Second Visitation

"What are you doing up so late?" Magdalena yells into her cell.

It is some ambiguous time between Saturday night and Sunday morning. At Grey, the din of the deep bass beats all around Magdalena and the voices of patrons milling at the door make it difficult for her to hear the person on the other end of the line.

"Thinking about you," Ashley answers.

"What! Speak up I can barely hear you," Magdalena yells.

It has been weeks since Ashley saw Magdalena or heard her voice. Magdalena gave Ashley her number on that unforgettable early morning night and told her, "I'd like to see you again. Call me…Maggie." But Ashley just kept the number in her cell phone untouched, not knowing whether to use it or to delete it.

One night Ashley stopped by Grey to see Maggie again. Not even to talk to her but just to look at her and make sure she really did exist and was not a figment of Ashley's imagination in her need to be known, seen, felt and desired. But Maggie was not there and Ashley passed the time dancing with a handful of guys who asked her to the floor. She may have even made out with one of them but she doesn't remember.

"I want to see you," Ashley yells into her cell.

"I finish at 4."

"I'll come by the club."

"No. Beachwood Canyon 4:30."

"I don't do booty calls," Ashley flirts.

"Call it what you want. I'll see you at 4:30," Maggie smirks as she snaps her phone closed.


It's 4:50 am when Ashley knocks on Maggie's door. Maggie swings it open but blocks the entrance as Ashley steps forward to enter.

"You made me wait, firecracker," Maggie feigns annoyance, "I don't think I should let you in."

Maggie wears a hip hugging, black flowing, jagged-hemmed skirt that shows various expanses of her tanned leg; her shins, her knee, a bit of one thigh. She is barefoot. Her thick dark hair swoops over one shoulder and the thin spaghetti strap of her cotton camisole has slipped off the other shoulder. She is braless. An edible hip and perfect belly button peek between the top and the skirt.

"Please," Ashley coyly says looking up the full length of Maggie's leg that blocks the doorway, "I'll do anything."

"Anything huh?" Maggie taps her chin thinking of a diabolical way to make Ashley repay her lack of punctuality.

"Will you," Maggie says as she pulls Ashley by her shirt across the threshold into the apartment, "have a smoothie with me?"

Maggie closes the front door with one hand and pushes Ashley back against it with the full force of her other hand. Ashley hits the closing door with a thud. Maggie leans into Ashley with her full weight, her breasts and thigh press against Ashley in all the right places as her hot, sweet breath whispers in Ashley's ear, "Don't ever…make me…wait."

Before Ashley can peel her thighs apart or wet her lips, Maggie sashays away toward the kitchen saying, "I'll make a glass for you. Come."

Ashley obediently follows and sits on a bar stool leaning her elbows on the kitchen island as she dreamily watches Maggie cut fruit and put it in a blender.

"I have one of these when I get in from a late shift so I don't wake up hungry in a couple of hours," Maggie explains, "then I can at least sleep until noon."

Maggie pours herself and Ashley a glass of the thick, pinkish, creamy drink.

"Cheers," she clinks her raised glass with Ashley's. When Ashley takes a sip, a foamy moustache forms on her top lip.

"I'll get that for you," Maggie says as she removes the glass from Ashley's hand. Maggie pushes Ashley's knees apart as she stands between Ashley's thighs and slowly licks the foam off. Maggie's tongue continues its path along Ashley's bottom lip then into her mouth. Ashley welcomes Maggie, eagerly and feverishly. A sweat breaks out under Ashley's arms as her heart races, her breathing quickens, and a need flutters between her legs. Ashley squeezes her thighs together and inadvertently locks Maggie in an illicit vice.

"Whoa," Maggie says, pulling away from Ashley's mouth and prying Ashley's thighs apart, "It's been that long huh? Drink." Maggie hands Ashley's glass back to her.

Ashley drinks even though she doesn't want to. She has lost patience waiting; waiting to work up the nerve to call Maggie and to see her again, to have the girl make her feel hot again, to have the girl make her do that thing again. That thing she had only read about or seen in movies, that is…before her own personal experience.

That first experience left an indelible and lasting imprint all over Ashley's body. Whenever Ashley closes her eyes she replays the moments in her head; when she lost consciousness, when she cried out, when the pressure was unbearable, when she wanted to explode but couldn't. The moment when she had another hand, instead of her own, touching her, moving her, making her go insane.

"Don't you want to know why it's taken me so long to call you?" Ashley asks.

"Mmm," Maggie mockingly ponders while she eats a strawberry, "Were you abducted by aliens?"

Ashley rolls her eyes.

"Then, no," Maggie says, "I don't want to know. I'm just happy you're here now. Eat this."

Maggie places the pointed end of a fresh strawberry on Ashley's lips. Ashley opens her mouth to take in the fruit but Maggie pulls it away leaving Ashley with an open mouth and wanting tongue. Maggie puts the fruit on Ashley's lips again. This time, Ashley swiftly and voraciously bites into it; red juice trickles down her chin and drips from Maggie's fingers as she is left holding the jagged remains of the strawberry.

Maggie shakes her head in mock disappointment, "We need to work on your technique."

On the bed, Ashley sits atop Maggie's crossed legs. They face each other; Ashley's arms wrap around Maggie's neck, legs around Maggie's waist and crossed behind Maggie's back. They hold each other tightly as they kiss passionately, Maggie's toned arms support the base of Ashley's back. They bob up and down in the middle of a sea of blood red silk sheets.

Their tops, bras, skirts and other articles of unnecessary clothing lay lost and scattered somewhere between the kitchen and the bedroom floor; they are only separated by their skin. Ashley feels ever inch of Maggie against her nipples as their bodies rise and fall to the rhythm of their mutual desire.

Maggie puts her index finger between her and Ashley's mouth to separate their oral scavenging. A thin string of saliva lingers between their lips. Maggie continues to hold her finger to Ashley's mouth as if telling her to be quiet.

"This," Maggie whispers, "is how you eat a strawberry."

Looking into Ashley's eyes, Maggie licks the tip of Ashley's nipple and draws concentric circles around it with her tongue. Ashley all but gasps; the sensation travels from her chest and ignites her clit to attention. Maggie repeats the gesture on Ashley's other nipple. Maggie sucks long, slow, and hard as Ashley grabs hold of the back of her head to keep her close.

Ashley cannot contain her whimpers or the urge to seek relief from the burning below. She rubs herself against Maggie's belly trying to quench the pleasurable agitation, Ashley's own wetness acting like a slippery lube. The faster Ashley moves, Maggie hungrily sucks Ashley's breasts. Maggie firmly grabs Ashley's behind, raising her up slightly, pressing her closer to her belly, and increasing the friction between them. Ashley feels a tightening come and subside; then come again a little harder then recede again like waves coming further and further onto a shore.

Ashley pants loudly now, lost in a realm of abandon where vulnerability, nakedness, and primal instincts replace control, sarcasm and defensiveness. She is lost in a world of pushing, pulling, tickling, stinging, nipping, stroking, rubbing, prodding that all lead to one final outcome.

A tidal wave rips through Ashley so suddenly and hard that she doesn't even know it's coming and she cries out in glorious agony. It feels like minutes – those long extended slow motion kind - before the contractions dwindle and her movements against Maggie slow down. Maggie holds Ashley tightly as their lips touch ever so sweetly and lightly.

And, in the quiet denouement of their lovemaking, Ashley brings her lips to Maggie's ear and says, "Again."