AN: I own nothing that you can recognize. xo.

Backstory: Riley and Maya began dating their sophomore year of high school. They dated all the way until their senior year of college. They went their separate ways because Riley was being sent off abroad to help women's organizations in developing countries. While Maya had been commissioned to create specialized art pieces for a big movie.

Over the course of 4 years, the girls drift apart. Their argument at the time of breaking up certainly did not help. Riley, due to the fact she's coming home to the states, wants to reconnect her friends. She's surprised to learn Maya has abandoned art in favor of becoming an actress and she's been quite successful. The blonde had even been dubbed America's Sweetheart. Riley is proud of her former girlfriend, but also curious why the girl left her passion.

The biggest shock of all happens when she arrives back in New York. At a welcome home party, Zay asks Riley if she's aware of what happened between Lucas and Maya. Considering the fact she deactivated her Facebook profile before leaving, she hadn't had any contact with either of them in 4 years. He informs her that the two married almost 4 years ago and that Lucas is Maya's manager. They'd actually been nicknamed The Hollywood Golden Couple due to their joint success and seemingly happy marriage. Riley is stunned, confused, and a little hurt.

Riley spends the night after the party pouring over interviews of Maya and watching her films. She searches for pictures of Lucas and Maya together and then stumbles on an interview Maya did about their wedding. Riley finds it out of character, for both, to have eloped. The blonde joked with the interviewer saying she married him in a drunken state at a Vegas wedding chapel. However Riley can tell she's not joking. She proceeds to text Zay who gives her the whole story.

A few more days pass and then Riley receives a Facebook message from Maya asking if she's home for good and if they can talk. The two proceed to spend the whole night IM'ing. It's like old times and as if their bad breakup never happened. They arrange to see each other in a few weeks when Maya will be in New York doing press. All seems right as they say goodnight… however, the following morning appears to shatter that illusion.

It's plastered all over the news that Lucas was caught cheating on Maya with her assistant and that Mr. and Mrs. Friar are filing for divorce. Riley immediately messages Maya offering her ear and shoulder if needed. The blonde initiates a phone call; it's the first time they've heard the other's voice in almost half a decade. They talk for a little bit and then Maya abruptly excuses herself from the call. Upon returning Riley asks if Maya is okay and the girl says she just has a touch of food poisoning. Riley insists that she go see a doctor to ensure it's not more serious, but Maya tries to explain she's fine. Due to Riley's persistence, Maya breaks down and admits the truth; she's pregnant with Lucas' baby. Riley consoles a sobbing Maya and tells her that, "We'll get through this together. I love you and nothing is ever going to change that. I'm here for you, always."

Without even being asked, Riley travels across the country to California to be with Maya. Lucas kicks Maya out of their home in favor of his mistress. Due to not signing a pre-nup, Lucas can take just about anything of Maya's that he pleases and he does. She's pregnant, single, destitute, and homeless. Riley insists they raise the baby together and that they can. Without hesitation, Riley invites Maya to move back to New York to live with her. She does just that.

Riley enjoyed teasing pregnant Maya. Making inappropriate jokes about how the baby could come out looking like a goblin. Or a dragon because of Maya's unhealthy love for Khalessi of Game of Thrones. So when she's stirred awake by Maya in the midst of a nightmare, Riley can't help but listen. It's hard to tell what the dream is about though; Maya's just kind of mumbling as she moans and fidgets about. After a few seconds, Riley decides it's probably not fair to let a pregnant woman bear an unpleasant dream.

"Peaches," she says softly. "Maya, wake up."

"Riles…"

"My, you're having a nightmare."

"Honey," Maya lets out in a whisper. "Fuck, baby, right there," she groans. Riley's brows raise and it's apparent that Maya's dream isn't bad at all.

She's now debating between waking Maya or carefully slipping out of the room to leave the blonde to her dirty dream. She chooses to sneak out quietly, but as she sits up, Maya says her name again, but more directly.

"Riley?" The lamp on Maya's side flicks on and Riley shields her eyes from the sudden burst of light.

"Peaches! That's bright!" She turns to Maya.

Concerned, "Are you okay?" Maya asks sleepily.

"Yeah, you were talking in your sleep. Woke me up."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Maya kind of yawned as she rubbed her belly.

"It's cool. We should get back to sleep," Riley says with a grin.

Maya blinks a couple times as Riley settles back under the covers, "What was I saying?"

"You were mostly mumbling. I did hear my name though," Riley shrugged trying not to make the situation anymore awkward. "Why are you curious?" The question made Maya's ears perk up.

With a shake of her head, "Sometimes my dreams inspire my best art pieces. I was just wondering." Maya smiled at Riley before shimmying back under the blankets.

Riley, really not able to let the moment go, clears her throat, "Maybe next time you could try to moan more quietly."

Mortification washed over Maya's face that turned bright red. "Oh, God…" Her hands flew up to cover her embarrassment.

Giggling at Maya's obvious discomfort, "I thought you were having a nightmare at first. But then you started saying my name and… I didn't want to disturb you." Riley explained nonchalantly.

Maya uncovered her face, "I'm sorry. This is awful."

"Oh Peaches," Riley sighed as she wrapped an arm around Maya. "It's no big deal. I'm flattered, truthfully."

"I have them rarely, been years since the last one. Not since I was a teenager." Maya relaxed into Riley's embrace.

"But they might be happening more often now. It's common with your hormones going bonkers and shit." Riley began absentmindedly drawing hearts onto Maya's arm.

The blonde nodded, "Yes, it is common to have an increased libido, but it's not common to have a sex dream about your ex-girlfriend."

"Don't you think it would have been worse if I wasn't your ex?"

Maya didn't respond, she just stared at the pictures hanging on Riley's bedroom wall.

"Exactly. You had a sex dream, it's fine. You're probably going to have a lot more before that kid is born." Riley gestured to the small bump protruding from Maya's abdomen.

Without warning, Maya got out of bed, "I need to sleep." She tucked her pillow under her chin as she hugged it.

"You're not sleeping on the couch, Maya. It'll better if you slept on a mattress," The brunette patted the spot Maya had just abandoned.

"I'm going to sleep in the other room,"

Riley huffs, "Seriously?"

Maya slams the bedroom door behind her in reply.

Maya looks… rough the next morning when Riley finds her. She's cranky like a bear too; this is confirmed by the obscenities she's yelling at the tea kettle sitting on the stove.

"Whoa, Peaches, language!" Riley joked as she peeled a banana.

She turns to Riley with a less than pleased expression, "Damn thing is taking too long to boil!"

Riley, knowing this is only going to get worse, decides something has to be done and makes a pit stop on her way home from work.

"Here," She tosses a solid neon blue bag into the blonde's lap.

Maya kinks her eyebrow as she studies the object resting on her thighs, "For me or the baby?"

"You."

Maya sighs as she reaches into the bag. Her face goes white when she sees what's inside. "Riley Matthews… you got me a fucking vibrator!"

"Yes. Yes, I did." There was a satisfied grin on her mug.

"Riley!"

"It's exactly like the one we had, remember? It broke clean in half on that trip to Italy. We had a fun time trying to improvise without it; it brought us closer, I think…" Riley heard Maya chuckle at the memory. That trip felt like a lifetime ago when, in reality, it had only been three years.

Maya cleared her throat then, "I probably shouldn't accept this, Riles." Her voice was low and small.

"You're absolutely right. I'll take it back," Riley reached out for the slender box in Maya's hand.

"But," Maya's quick to respond. "I'm definitely going a little… crazy."

Riley giggled, "You are. That's why I got it, Maya. I don't want you suffering. If you can't get off, you can't sleep. That's not good for you or the little sea monkey."

"So," Maya pulled the toy from its box. "Can I sleep with you, again?"

The expectation in Maya's eyes nearly broke Riley in that moment, "Of course you can. Before bed, go take care of business in the other room and then come sleep. Simple?"

"Yeah, I hope this works."

"Me too."

As to be expected, it's not simple.

That first night, Maya falls asleep while Riley's watching the end of a melodramatic Lifetime movie. It seems the blonde is already sound asleep when Riley slips into bed around eleven. But after settling in, the brunette lies there for about five minutes before she feels the bed shift. There's the soft sounds of Maya shuffling out of the room, across the apartment, and into the spare bedroom.

Riley tries to ignore the situation and focus on sleep. She's still awake when Maya returns not even ten minutes later, but she resists making any teasing comments. Almost asleep when she hears Maya repeat the same pattern. A glance at her phone clock shows that it's been about fifteen minutes since Maya last returned. Riley tries to recall if it was common for Maya to want to go again so soon after a round.

She's caught up in a memory, one from when she and Maya were living in that tiny shoebox apartment above her mom's bakery, when the bed squeaks and Maya's slipping back under the covers. She's falling asleep when she feels Maya move to get out of bed for the third time…

"Peaches!"

There's a loud shriek, "You scared the crap out of me!"

Riley switches on her bedside lamp, "Three times? Really?"

Maya hangs her head, "I'm sorry."

"Is something wrong? Are you okay?" Riley softened when she saw Maya's expression.

The blonde is quiet as she sat on the bed, "It's nothing."

"Maya?" Riley's voice is soft and caring. She knows Maya too well.

With a flush of red across her face, "I can't get off…"

"Oh," Riley was a little surprised considering this particular toy never failed them in the past. "Have your needs changed? You could try a different one?"

"It's not the toy, Riles." Maya had tears welling.

Riley scoots closer, "Then what?"

"It's stupid… I don't feel attractive."

Trying to make sense of this new information, "You're being silly. This is coming from the girl who used to masturbate in front of a mirror… so, your reasoning is total bullshit."

Maya giggled and bit her lip at the memory. She knew Riley had to have some polaroids of her getting off with a mirror stashed away in a box somewhere. She'd even bet money on it. "I've gotta figure out a solution to this. Or the little sea monkey is going to suffer," The blonde mused pulling her mind back to reality.

Riley has an idea, probably the craziest she's ever had, but it's crazy enough to work. "What if I helped you?"

"Oh." Surprise colored Maya's features.

With a casual shrug, "It just might work, Peaches."

"Don't you think things are weird enough between us right now?" Maya tried her best to reason.

With a nod, "That's why we'll have rules; to keep the awkward and weird at bay."

Maya sighed, "Okay, we can try it."

"Cool," Riley moved to where she sat right next to Maya. "What were you dreaming about the other night?"

"Oh," Maya blushed, again. "It was actually about that group trip to the Minkus' ski chalet."

The big smile she got couldn't be helped, "Who knew bunkbeds could be so much fun? You climbed on board and we had to be super quiet as to not wake anyone."

Trying her best to not react, "They teased us for weeks after. We clearly failed at being quiet."

"Poor Smackle in the bed below ours…" Riley giggled as she thought back. "Anyway, do you think that position would work now?"

Maya's eyes widened, "Really?"

Riley gave a single nod, "You and the baby need sleep." She positioned herself back against the headboard. "Come on," With a gesture towards her lap.

"Okay," Maya breathed out as she made her way up the bed. "But, if this doesn't work, we're never talking about it again. Deal?"

"Deal."

Riley watches as Maya sits next to her, "What are the rules?" The blonde asks.

"Uh," Riley searches her brain for something basic, but logical. "No nudity, no kissing, no hands to genitals, and we don't talk about it."

Maya gently climbs onto Riley's lap in a straddling position, "You okay?"

"Yep," Her temperature spikes when she feels Maya's warm body pressed against her own.

"Can you," Maya's already responding to their position, because she's getting a little friction from any movement Riley makes beneath her. She looks down at Riley and she internally curses the fact that Maya's freckles are showing, because it's entirely unfair. "Turn the light off?"

Riley reaches over and flicks the lamp off.

There's two hands placed on her shoulders as Riley feels Maya start to grind against her lap. Warm breath starts to hit her ear and the blonde's pace picks up. Riley slips her arms around Maya's waist and gently rocks with her. This position doesn't necessarily give her relief, but that doesn't stop it from being a huge turn on.

The dreams and hormones must have had Maya on edge the last couple of days. Within a few seconds, she's already convulsing and crying out as she comes. Riley knows this isn't normal for Maya, so she's a little surprised how quickly it's over.

"That do the trick? Riley asks as Maya rests her head on her shoulder.

"Mmhm, thank you." Maya nods before she lifts herself off of Riley and settles back onto the bed.

"I'm glad I could help," Riley smiles as she drapes an arm across Maya. It's quickly met by said blonde pulling it tightly around her.

It's just kinda sex. Between ex-girlfriends. Nothing more.

But it feels like more than that.

The rules are: It's just for Maya. No kissing. No nudity. They don't talk about it.

Maya, admittedly, feels much better. Last night's… interaction… left her sleeping soundly and, this morning, she's back to her happy, energetic self.

Riley, on the other hand, is grumpier than usual. She doesn't say anything when she pours her morning coffee and she quickly vanishes back into the bedroom until she emerges later to take an extra long shower.

After that, she seems to be in a better mood.

There have been plenty of times in life when Maya's had no clue about what's happening. But when it comes to Riley plus grumpiness plus sex, she's had enough experience to know how those pieces fit together.

She's grateful to Riley for offering a solution, especially one that only benefits Maya. And it's funny how, once upon a time, Maya's comfort was buried at the bottom of any list Riley might have about things that were important to her. All of this, the (kind of) sex, the apartment, the chance to get away… Maya knows this is Riley reaching out, wanting to be friends, wanting to make up for the last several years when they drifted apart.

That night, she can tell Riley's waiting for a signal as to whether or not Maya needs any assistance with her hormones. And she does, definitely. It's honestly embarrassing to be this worked up, every single night. She wasn't even this hard up for sex when she was a teenager.

"So…?" Riley inquires, sitting cross legged on the bed.

Maya nods. "If you're okay with it."

"Stop asking me that."

"It wasn't really a question."

"You know what I mean. I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be."

That's true and Maya knows it. "Right. Sorry."

"Do you want the same th-" Riley's rendered silent by Maya putting her fingers over her mouth.

"Lie back." She drops her hand down to the center of Riley's chest and lightly pushes her back toward the pillows.

"O… kay." There's a twitch in Riley's lips, like she's trying hard not to smirk. Probably because Maya's exercising her dominant side and that often amuses her.

Riley's propped up by the pillows behind her and Maya positions herself similar to the previous night, only she's straddling just one leg, not two. This means she's putting a little pressure right between Riley's thighs. It also means that twitching suppression of a smirk quickly changes to slightly parted lips as Riley draws in a long breath.

Maya's hips move against Riley's thigh. Last night, there was a definite double barrier of shorts and pajama bottoms between both of them. Tonight, it's just Maya's yoga pants against Riley's leg and Riley's thin black cotton shorts against Maya's own thigh. With a strong grip on the headboard, Maya has good control over her movements, rocking steadily against Riley.

For a moment, she feels like she should ask if this is acceptable, but then Riley's hands grip Maya's hips and it's clear that this should definitely continue. There's even a conscious effort from Riley to angle her leg, just right, so Maya has just the right amount of friction. This endeavor lasts maybe twice as long as the night before, but even then, it's been just over five minutes when Maya's head drops forward to Riley's shoulder, body shuddering. As she comes down from her climax, she hears Riley's labored breathing in her ear and wonders if she should try to continue. But then Riley is already gently rolling them over so they're lying on their sides, face to face.

"Are you sure you don't want to keep going?" Maya asks.

"Did you need to?"

"I don't, but-"

"Then it's fine," Riley insists. It's only when she reaches over to shut off the lamp that Maya realizes the lights were on the whole time.

She's tired, because it's after ten and because of the energy she just exerted, so Maya's bordering on sleep after a few minutes. But she does notice that Riley gets out of bed, then returns several minutes later.

This happens again, two nights later, which is also the next night they engage in another round of dry humping. Maya gets it. Riley's not getting off while they're together, because it's supposed to benefit Maya.

But Maya decides that's a stupid rule. And it gets her thinking about the rest of the list. No kissing. No nudity.

She's alone in the apartment when she delves into this analysis and by the time Riley returns from an evening tutoring session, Maya's curled up on the couch, in tears.

"Oh god, what happened? Are you okay?" Riley's immediately at her side, concerned, reflecting in her eyes. "Is it the baby?"

Maya shakes her head. "It's not the baby." She wipes at her eyes with a tissue, but it's already damp and pressed into a tight ball. Riley hands her a fresh one. "It's…" As Maya thinks about it, it just makes her burst into tears, again.

"What? Is it Lucas? Did he call and say something?" Riley shrugs her bag of her shoulder and she kneels in front of Maya, a consoling hand on her arm.

"No, it's…" She makes a face. "God, no. It's not him."

"Well, you're scaring the hell out of me, so what's wrong?"

"You… don't want to see me naked." That brings on more tears.

"I… what? When were you naked?"

"That's what I mean! You don't want me to undress in front of you, because I'm-"

"-Okay, whatever word you're about to use, I guarantee it's wrong." Riley places the entire box of tissues next to Maya. "Are you talking about the sex?"

Maya nods. "You want me to stay dressed because you can't stand looking at me. And then you leave the room, because you can't stand to get off with me."

"Maya. Oh my god." Riley presses her hand over her face. "No. I… We said no nudity because it was supposed to keep it uncomplicated." She looks back up at Maya, but then focuses on the back of the couch. "And… I leave the room because I'm so worked up from watching you and I don't want to just jerk off in front of you."

"Really?"

"Yes, really." Riley lifts herself up onto the couch so she's sitting next to Maya. "What brought all this on to the point where you're in here wailing like a damn Shakespearean tragedy?" She brushes Maya's hair back behind her shoulder.

"I wasn't wailing," Maya sniffs. "And, I don't know. I was just thinking about it. And I can't fit into my favorite jeans. Because I'm huge."

"You're growing that little dragon girl baby inside of you."

"So you do think I'm huge!" Maya's on the verge of tears, again.

"No! God, no. Maya. Stop crying and listen to me." Riley has Maya's face in her hands. "You're sexy. And beautiful. And having you use me-"

"I'm not using you!"

"Shut up and let me say nice things to you," Riley counters. "Having you use me for sex has been the closest I've felt to you in years. And I'm okay with it. It's also just really fucking unfair how gorgeous you are when you come."

"I'm…" Maya wants to argue, but she's also blushing.

"And I don't want to hear another damn word about you being unattractive, because that's bullshit." Riley slips her hands under Maya's t-shirt and pulls it upward. Maya raises her arms so it can slip up over her head and then Riley's easing her back against the arm of the sofa. She drags her mouth over Maya's collarbone and then, there's an unmistakable press of the lips to her skin, just above her bra line.

"What about, um… the kissing rule?"

"Technically, it's no kissing on the mouth. Unless you think it should apply to…"

"No, I think that's fair. You can… keep doing that." Maya's head tips back as Riley kisses the tops of her breasts, then below them and across her swollen stomach. Her yoga pants end up in a ball at the other end of the sofa and Riley's fingers tug at Maya's underwear. But Maya stops her.

"Is that not-"

Maya shakes her head. "You can keep going. But… you have to take this off." She plucks at the tank top Riley's wearing. Or she's only wearing it for another few seconds before it ends up next to the yoga pants. And then Maya can't tear her eyes away from the way Riley's breasts are perfectly presented in her deep purple bra. It's not fancy, or anything, but it showcases an ample amount of cleavage and Maya's always found it difficult to keep her eyes off of this particular part of Riley's anatomy.

"You still with me?" Riley teases.

"Uh huh."

The underwear ends up down around Maya's left ankle and Riley's fingers are causing Maya to writhe and arch up off the couch cushions. She comes harder than she has all week. It's especially evident in the accomplished smirk on Riley's face.

"Like I said. Unfair." Riley sighs and watches Maya collect herself.

Before she even has a chance to think about excusing herself to another room of the apartment, Maya says, "Don't move. And take off your pants."

"Why?"

"Don't question me, just do it," Maya demands.

"Do I want to?"

"I think you do."

Riley shoves her jeans to the floor and waits, expectantly. "So, what-"

Maya's on her knees, on the floor, pushing Riley's legs apart and running her hand up the length of Riley's thigh. "If we're going to be doing this, I need you to stay in the room afterward." Her fingers graze over the fabric of Riley's underwear and woman above her shudders.

"O-okay."

"Good." Maya drags the undergarment down and sets them aside. The sight of Riley Matthews, legs spread in front of her, brings back a flood of memories. But there's no time for nostalgia, right now. She needs Riley to understand this is a mutual agreement.

When Maya's mouth connects with warm wetness, Riley whimpers. It's a sound Maya knows is exclusive to this kind of situation and she's missed it. She's also immediately jealous of anyone else who's ever heard it. That drives her to dive right in and work her tongue in ways that result Riley's hips rocking in abandon and her hands wrapped in Maya's hair. When her orgasm hits, Riley practically climbs the back of the couch in ecstasy.

Maya joins Riley back on the sofa, resting an elbow on top of the cushions as she watches the other woman regain her bearings.

"It's… been a little while since anyone's…" Riley clears her throat. "You don't want to hear about that."

"You can just skip to the part where I'm… good? Great? Amazing?"

"What the hell did they teach you in those voice and diction classes?"

That's a compliment and Maya accepts it with a wide smile, pleased with herself. "Thank you."

Fin