FIC And Her Name Was…(The Third Visitation)-part 1 PG/TEEN
Title: And her name was…(The Third Visitation) PG/TEEN
Author: astabasta
Rating: PG/TEEN
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Ashley
Summary: Ashley surprises 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 Third Visitation
At 4:30 in the morning, Maggie can only think of taking a shower and crawling into bed. Grey was unusually rocking tonight. Maggie was so used to the music, the faces, and the pick up lines that the scene had become so monotonous and predictable. Doing the door had become just another job instead of the ego trip she thought it would have been when she was younger and saw other guys and girls do it.
But tonight felt a little different; a little more energy, a little more skin, a little more laughter, a little more flirting, a little more hip movement than usual. Something was definitely in the air. Even Maggie felt a little giddy and a little high. But she is glad that the night is over and that she's home.
As she puts her key in the lock, a sudden bright light illuminates her front door. She turns and squints into a pair of high-beam headlights; they flash on and off three times then fade to black. Maggie blinks past the colored light and white spots that blur her vision and sees Ashley sitting behind the wheel of a silver Cayenne.
Ashley studies Maggie's every move as she walks to the driver side of the car; the fitted, hip-hugging jeans, the kitty-heeled sandals, and the silk camisole with lace bodice. Ashley rolls down her window.
"And what if I had decided to bring someone home, firecracker," Maggie asks leaning on the doorframe, inches away from Ashley's face.
"We would have had a party," Ashley teases.
"Give me a minute." Maggie speed-dials a number on her cell. "Chris," Maggie says into the cell, looking right into Ashley's eyes, "Listen, I'm feeling a lot more tired than I thought. I'll check you another time. Later." She clicks her cell off.
"Chris?" Ashley inquires, "Guy? Girl? Pet schnauzer?"
"Does it matter? Isn't it more important that I passed them up for some stalker chick waiting outside my place."
"Am not!" Ashley says feigning shock.
Maggie leans forward to kiss Ashley who jerks her head back all the while looking at Maggie's tempting lips.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" Ashley asks.
"Are you going to invite me in?" Maggie answers, referring to the impressive looking Cayenne that reeks of stinking rich.
Ashley unlocks the passenger side door and watches Maggie's cat-like walk by the front of the car, the sway of her hips, and her model posture.
Ashley can barely contain herself the minute she sees Maggie's slender leg in the car. Their lips meet in a slow, languid, passionate kiss before the passenger door closes. A flow of wet moistens Ashley's inner, inner thigh.
"Nice," Maggie interrupts their kissing to check out the Cayenne's luxury interior, "For a nineteen year old who still lives at home."
"This thing?" Ashley dismissively answers, "It's a forgiveness gift from my parents to make up for having neglected me for half my life."
"Not a bad reward for such a hard luck story."
"I could think of a better prize," Ashley says attempting to hide an old wound, wishing that her parents were both home worrying about where their daughter, who just turned sixteen a few months ago, is at four in the morning. But they're not.
"I have a surprise for you," Ashley gestures toward the trunk of her car,"in the back seat."
"It's not like I haven't done that before," Maggie moves to get up.
"No, sit down," Ashley laughs, "look in the back seat, don't get in it."
Maggie turns and is genuinely surprised to see a stack of old Joan Baez albums, "Your dad finally lent them to you?"
"No, I've been snooping around the house for the last few weeks and figured out where he hides them. I borrowed them for you, for us to listen to."
"I don't have a turntable."
"I borrowed that too. It's in the trunk."
"Your dad is going to be so pissed when he finds out you stole his stuff."
Ashley shrugs. He barely notices I'm never home.
"Let's go in," Ashley says.
They bring the albums and make a second trip to carry in the turntable.
When inside, Maggie flops down on the sofa beside Ashley, "Okay. I'm officially exhausted."
The room is dark, barely lit by the backyard lights. Maggie cannot see the disappointment that spreads across Ashley's face.
"Too tired for anything?" Ashley sulks.
"Let's see, I had class today, posed for a photo shoot for about 4 hours and did 4 hours at the club. Yes, " Maggie snaps.
"Then I'm leaving," Ashley says, annoyed, "Don't scratch my records. I'll pick them up…when ever."
Ashley stands.
"Stay," Maggie says, gripping Ashley's wrist, "Just stay."
Ashley tentatively sits back down.
"Just lay down with me," Maggie continues, "Spend the night. We don't have to do anything."
Ashley stares skepically at Maggie and notices, for the first time, even with the hint of light in the room, that Maggie has hazel eyes.
Maggie coyly smiles, averts her eyes from Ashley's gaze, and says, "I so don't want to admit this but...I think about you."
"I don't get you. Weeks go by. Why don't you ever call?" Ashley asks.
"Because," Maggie inhales deeply and releases an audible sigh of frustration, "Because I am so over being attached and I am so over being obsessed and I am so over being possessed. But you… I don't feel any of those things. With you, I have our moments and you. That's it. And that's all I need. You're just so amazing, so open, so…. when I'm with you, I just get you, Ashley and you know it. The way you respond to me is mind-blowing. You take all of me in. So stay."
Ashley wriggles her wrist free from Maggie's grip, stands up and looks anxiously toward the front door.
Ashley's eyes, having adjusted to the darkness in the room, scan Maggie's face for signs of cynicism, reserve, and deception. But she sees none of those jaded expressions; expressions that she's seen so many times in the faces and eyes of guys who have dumped her or in the faces of her own parents when they let her down once again.
Ashley does see something in Maggie's face, in her eyes, that she cannot name although she recognizes it. She has seen it in a kind gesture toward or in a patient listener: sincerity. The word hits Ashley with a thud and sits in a quite place of vulnerability that she rarely acknowledges.
Ashley takes Maggie's hand and leads her to the bedroom.
