Warnings: Sex! Unprotected sex! And overlong chapter jeeeez. Longest sex scene I've ever written.*hides*

The weather held, so it was outside that lunch was served, another gamey broth made with old rice and slices of stale bread. Kelly took over the role Sarah left behind, ordering the women into various tasks. Lily was kept by the fire again, helping ladle the lumpy brown liquid into bowls. Maya helped Penny and Crystal serve it, and this time no man tried to grab her. Sam was absent, most likely with Doc in the basement, and Maya just tried not to think about why.

The men were in high spirits after the spectacle the night before, talking in loud voices and laughing. Job was surrounded like a king, laughing as loudly as the rest of the men. Even though they had lost some of their own in the attack, Job had managed to preoccupy them. It was a good tactic, Maya had to begrudgingly acknowledge, keeping your soldiers satisfied and distracted.

Maya ducked her head and hurried from table to table, dealing out bread and refilling water from an old bent plastic bottle. She avoided Job, and tried to keep her mind off why the men were so happy.

She saw Marcus and Ed again, under the watchful eye of three beefy looking men. They were fed separately from the others, under suspicion still, but they were okay. Marcus tried to catch her eye, but Maya didn't dare try and communicate anything with Job nearby, so she kept her head down and continued her work.

She saw them go towards the barn after they were done, no doubt to do more repairs.

Only after all the men had eaten, were the women permitted to do so as well. They all gathered around the fire, cross-legged and quiet as they ate. Maya didn't bother trying to join them. She took her own bowl a little ways away to perch on a bench, but still able to watch over the group.

Crystal was speaking in low tones to Lily, who just stared into the depths of her bowl blankly as Penny sat beside her, now and then rubbing Lily's arm comfortingly.

Maya watched them, forcing herself to eat. The food was tasteless in her mouth, her stomach too twisted into knots to enjoy it.

After, they cleaned up all the bowls and glasses, piling it into an old tub by the outhouse. It had filled with rainwater which made the task easier, and Maya accepted the task, plunging her hands into the chilled water. They had some liquid soap liberated from the town, and she had squirted a generous amount, suds dribbling down her forearms when she pulled them free.

A sudden touch against the nape of her neck made her jump, water splashing as she twisted.

"Woah, just me," Mickey murmured, not moving his hand. Maya huffed, turning back to her work. She had rolled up the sleeves of her shirt but still manage to get everything soaked.

"I should get you a bell," she muttered, looking up through her eyelashes towards the other women. Crystal had taken note, watching the two of them worriedly. The others just kept their eyes down on scrubbing tables. "Worse than a damn cat."

Mickey chuckled, but the sound was strained. His knee bumped the back of her arm and she nudged him back with her elbow.

"Where were you at lunch? You missed a truly terrible meal."

Mickey sighed. "Those bastards did a number on our defenses that we gotta fix. Cut fences, destroyed some o' the traps we set up. Job thinks we gotta a mole in the group that tipped 'em off."

Maya forced herself not to react, keeping her movements steady as she dunked another bowl. "Great. So we can expect more attacks soon?"

"Could be. Job made noises 'bout doin' a recruitment run."

"Kidnapping, you mean," Maya said, knuckles white where she gripped the bowl. "Just men or…?"

Mickey's fingers squeezed the back of neck lightly. "Both."

"Dammit," Maya sagged, the bowl slipping deeper into the water as she breathed out. Her hands were shaking. "God-dammit."

She felt Mickey crouch down beside her, hand still on her neck. "I dunno what his plans for rootin' the mole out are, but knowin' my brother, it 'aint gonna be pretty."

"But of course. The bloodier, the better right?"

Mickey reached into the tub as if to check her work. Under the suds his fingers brushed the back of her hand. "He's got more to worry 'bout than you and the girl now."

"Hopefully," Maya sighed, taking his hand under the water. That morning crouching in the grass hadn't left her, embarrassment still crawling up her cheeks any time she thought of it. "He seemed pretty interested in me this morning."

Mickey grunted, giving her hand one last squeeze before releasing and sliding free of the water. He wiped his wet hand down the thigh of his jeans.

"Thought you should know. Maybe talk to the girl, let her-"

"That's not going to happen." Maya stared down into the murky water. "She's not…we're…not on speaking terms."

"'Cause o' me."

"Because of a lot of things. It's for the best right now."

Maya flicked her hands, disturbing the dishwater and sloshing it against the tub sides. "Where can she sleep tonight that's safe?"

Mickey frowned at her, getting back to his feet. Maya looked up at him, squinting slightly against the bright sky.

"Why she gotta sleep someplace else?"

Maya bit down on the laugh trying to force its way out of her throat. If she started now, she wasn't sure she'd ever stop, just laugh herself into broken pieces that would never fit together again.

"Well I like to think myself adventurous but not like that. I'd rather not have an audience while we do it."

Mickey stared down at her, perplexed. "It bein'-"

"Sex," Maya said bluntly, not batting an eye. "Thought we agreed on that earlier."

Mickey looked like she had sucker-punched him, inhaling sharply. "Jesus, I didn't think you meant right away-"

Maya did let a light chuckle out at that, but reined herself in quickly. "Not like we have a lot of time, Mickey. Pregnancy is all about timing, and what with the end of the world and being kidnapped, its not like I've been keeping track of my cycles."

"Cycles," Mickey said weakly, looking pale. "Right."

She took pity on him, patting his knee with a soapy hand. "Just get Lily somewhere safe for the night and I'll do the rest."

She turned back to the tub, where cutlery winked at her from the dirty water, uncaring of her earthly problems. Mickey nodded, dazed.

"Sure. Yeah. I'll…go do that," he managed faintly. "I'll uh…just…go then."

Maya glanced over towards where Lily. The girl was helping Penny wipe down the last of the tables. She would occasionally look up, towards Maya, but quickly looked down again.

Mickey touched her shoulder, curling his fingers around the curve of her joint. "I'll…see you tonight."

Maya picked up the dropped bowl, resuming her scrubbing with nerveless fingers.

"Tonight."

The evening found Maya scrubbing the kitchen floor, hands cramping and knees creaking against the hard floor. Somewhere in the afternoon her head had begun hurting again, a grim reminder that up until yesterday she had been knocked out cold, and she battled with the pain pulsing behind her eyes.

She had managed to not think about it too much, but with night finally falling, she couldn't shy away from what she was going to do.

She was going to go up those stairs, lie down on that uncomfortable floor, and let Mickey Wilkerson try to impregnate her.

Well it sounds so sexy when you put it that way.

She sighed, sitting back on her heels, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. A battery-powered lantern flooded the small room with yellow light, and spots danced in front of her eyes if Maya stared at it too long.

She was scared, could feel her heart's nervous shudders, the weakness in her muscles that seemed to constantly threaten to send her sprawling. She knew this was the best solution but…still…

A baby? She might have a baby?

With a growl Maya tackled the floor again, practically grinding the already sparse bristles into dust.

She couldn't think that far ahead. Thinking that far ahead meant that she'd be here that long. No, Maya had every intention of leaving this place, baby or no. And hadn't she just that morning said to Mickey that she wanted him to come with her?

Maya threw the brush down. God she was all over the place. The minute something started making sense, something else fucked up. She just needed to concentrate on one thing at a time. That was easier.

"Maya?"

Maya turned, still on her knees. Crystal hovered on the porch wreathed in shadow, peering in through the screen door.

"Lily?" Maya asked, alarmed, struggling to stand up. "Is she-"

"She's fine," Crystal said quickly, opening the screeching door and stepping inside. "I…I came to see you."

Maya breathed out slowly. "You sure she's safe without you?"

Crystal smiled. "She's okay. But are you?"

Maya shrugged, looking down at her hands. "Better than her I bet."

Crystal looked around the clean kitchen. "You've done a good job. Sarah…she would have been proud."

Maya felt a twinge of guilt. In all the chaos, she hadn't spared much of a thought for the lost women.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly. "About Janet, Sarah…I'm sorry I couldn't do anything."

Crystal shook her head. Her long brown hair was tied up in a ponytail, made her look like a teenager. She was so much younger than Maya, yet had dealt with horrors Maya hadn't. "They're in a better place now. And hopefully that bastard Jake isn't. Lily told us what happened with him out there. I'm…I'm glad you stopped him."

Maya's throat tingled at the memory. "I'm not so sure I did much good. The zombie that got him did most of it I bet."

Crystal looked at her curiously. "The zombs didn't get him. Mickey did."

Maya froze. "What?"

Crystal hopped up to sit on one of the counters, almost sending the lantern clattering to the floor. Her jeans were even more torn than Maya's, sagging in the hips and gaping in the knees. "Job said he was bit, but I helped bury the bodies and I couldn't see no bite. But I saw the marks 'round his neck. Mickey near popped the bastard's eyes out he squeezed so hard."

Maya touched her throat, mouth dry. Crystal watched her reaction, legs swinging slowly.

"He's a dangerous man, Maya. Possessive. But I guess you already knew that. Geez, look at you. I can barely look at you and not wince."

Maya swallowed. "Thanks."

Crystal huffed a laugh. "I'm not saying all this to make you feel bad. I was wrong about you, Maya. You're a strong woman, you pulled through. And I know what you're doing to Lily, why you're distancing yourself."

"And why's that?" Maya bit out. If Crystal was catching on, then God, what if Job was too? What if-

"'Cause you love her. You wanna protect her. Mickey's on you like a bee on honey, and you wanna keep it that way. If Lily gets it into her head to try and get back at him for her brother, then all bets are off. He'll beat her like he beats you."

Maya relaxed a fraction. Their ruse wasn't up.

Crystal sighed. "We're rallyin' to her 'cause she needs us. But not one of us hates you and I wanted you to know that. We understand."

She slid off the counter. "And you don't need to worry about Lily tonight. She'll be sleeping with us in the basement."

"Is that safe?" Maya asked sharply. The thought of Lily down there where Job could so easily creep…

Crystal smiled reassuringly, sensing Maya's thoughts. "Job doesn't come creeping when Penny's up with him. Plus Doc'll be there and Job knows better than to mess with him when there's women down there."

Maya was surprised. By everything she'd seen, Doc was as docile a slave as the rest of them. Maybe all of them were playing various roles, appearing a certain way to certain people. A masquerade, all of them hiding behind subservient masks.

The thought actually made her feel a bit better.

"Thanks, then." Maya offered her hand, and with a chuckle, Crystal took it. "I…I really appreciate it Crystal."

The young brunette clasped Maya's hand between her own. "I just…you'll be alright, Maya. Mickey's a brute, but you've got him hooked. Just do what he wants, and you'll be okay. I'm just surprised he's doing Lily a kindness and not making her watch."

Maya's face flushed. So everyone knew what was going to go on in Mickey's room tonight. Wonderful.

"He's…he's not all bad."

Crystal snorted, letting Maya go. "You only got to lie to yourself, not me."

Maya watched the other woman leave, the screen door banging behind her as she was swallowed up by the night. Maya stood in the silent kitchen, taking deep breaths.

Outside, the humming of insects had started. The rains had brought with it a new hatching of bug life, and though many of the men had complained bitterly all day, Maya found it comforting. As a kid she had listened to the crickets outside her window and watched fireflies before falling asleep. Now it was just one small measure of comfort, a nostalgic memory that gave her scattered thoughts some calm.

She retrieved her brush, setting it beside the lantern on the counter. The light dimmed beneath her fingers, clicking off and plunging her into darkness. Maya didn't need it to find her way, her feet traced the path to Mickey's room easily, the stairs greeting her with familiar creaks and groans.

At the top of the stairs she paused, letting her eyes adjust to the dark. Mickey's room as at the end of the peeling corridor, two other doors closed tightly. One was Job's, the other…she'd rather not know.

Maya moved forward, reaching out to rest her sweaty palm on Mickey's door knob.

She counted to ten, until her heart felt like it wasn't trying to leap through her throat, then twisted and pushed.

The room had been tidied up during the day, Mickey's doing probably. Lily's bed lay in the corner untouched, but everything else had been carefully re-boxed, tucked away. Maya didn't bother turning the small lantern on, instead padding over to the camping mat she and Mickey had been sharing. She stared down at it, a flurry of emotions all conflicting for dominance.

So it was here, she was going to give up her freedom. Here, she was going to willingly bind herself to a man she knew had murdered at least two people.

Maya unbuttoned her shirt. Her fingers were sure, no hint of shaking. Stripping it off, she dropped it onto the mat. She had gone bra-less, and couldn't find it in her to be embarrassed about it. She stooped to unlace her boots, toeing them off and kicking them into the corner. The jeans went next, discarded beside the wooden chair. Clad only in underwear, Maya went hunting for the extra blanket, picking up a few of Mickey's shirts as well.

She set to work, positioning the blanket over the mat, arranging some of Mickey's shirts around it to create a more comfortable -

"Love nest," Maya mused out-loud, pushing the shirts into a more pleasing shape. "I'm making a fucking love nest."

After some re-arranging, Maya was happy. Gingerly she lowered herself onto her creation, wriggling to get more comfortable. She combed her fingers through her hair, letting it hang long and down her back.

Then, she waited.

She breathed in the darkness, counted the beats of her heart, the rise and fall of each breath. She focused inward until every nerve was soothed, every worried thought was eased. She listened to the singing of the insects outside, and lulled herself into a state of peace where nothing existed beyond the room. No zombies. No Lily. No Job. In here, she was just a woman, and Mickey would just be a man.

Boots echoed on the stairs. Maya's heart lurched, and she shifted where she was sat. Moonlight splashed across her legs, seeping in through the window. It made the room light enough to see by and Maya wanted that.

She didn't want to hide from this, she wanted to see and feel.

The boots paused outside the door, the room heavy with expectation. Maya found she was holding her breath, and forced herself to exhale, to breathe normally.

Slowly, the door creaked open, Maya's heart shuddering against her ribs.

"Maya?"

Mickey's voice was pitched low, unsure. He pushed into the room, halting as he noticed Maya in her nest, the long lines of her bare legs in the moonlight.

"I'm here," she said softly. Her voice sounded sure, unwavering. Not at all like her insides, her quivering stomach and pounding heart.

Mickey stepped into the room, shutting the door quietly behind him. It clicked shut, sealing them inside.

He stared down at her, his pale eyes almost luminous in the dim light. Maya stared back at him with her own dark ones. She wondered what he thought when he looked at her like this. Did she look like a victim through his eyes, or a woman willing?

"You uh-" he cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck self-consciously. "You're serious 'bout this."

Maya rose, much more graceful and fluid-like than she had thought herself capable of. "I am."

She stepped over the blankets, reaching for him. He stayed perfectly still, didn't move as she went for the buttons on his flannel shirt, undoing them one by one. She remembered how she had torn his shirt the night before, sending buttons scattering in all directions, and took her time now, running her fingertips over each smooth circle.

"Not nervous, are you?" she murmured, unbuttoning the final one and sliding the shirt from his broad shoulders. He helped her, shrugging as she pulled.

"Terrified," he admitted as she tossed the shirt, smoothing her hands down his now bare arms. His skin was warm, and she dragged her palms along his forearms, against the coarse hair that covered them.

Maya hummed, changing direction to caress his shoulders, his chest. Muscles jumped beneath her palms, but still he didn't move, just let her touch him as she pleased. How many women had touched him like this? How many hands had traced the same paths she now followed?

Maya pressed herself close, nudging her nose into the hollow of this throat. He smelled like the stream, like grass just after a rain and she kissed his pulse point, relishing the nervous swallow that made his throat bob beneath her lips. But he tasted like a man, and Maya bit lightly at his skin, trailing her hands up his sides.

He shuddered, finally placing his hands lightly on her hips, thumbs gently caressing the divots beneath her hip bones. Maya was a tall woman, but Mickey was taller still, and he seemed to eclipse her, bending down to find her lips in the dark. The kiss was chaste; a simple press of lips but Maya felt it down to her toes. She loved how gentle he could be, how at odds it was with his hot-tempered persona. It made a jagged spike of arousal pierce her belly, made her thighs quiver.

Mickey pulled away, and with his hands still on her hips, encouraged her backwards. Maya went where he directed her, feet sinking into the blankets she had arranged, the window sill pressing just into the tender skin at the back of her thighs.

"Can I?" he asked, beard whispering against her neck as he kissed her jaw.

She didn't know what he meant, but nodded all the same, senses sharpening as he dropped to his knees in front of her. He placed a light kiss below her belly button and Maya chuckled, resting her hands on his shoulders as his hands slid to gently grasp her thighs.

Maya shifted her weight to lean more on the window sill as Mickey pulled her thighs apart, his mouth hot where he mouthed one hip bone.

She felt the wet drag of his tongue, and Maya jolted with a squeak, one hand sliding to cup the back of his neck. She could feel him smile against her as he moved to her other hip, lavishing it with the same. He pressed a line of kisses down to the strip of skin above the waist of her panties, then stopped, warm breath washing over her.

Maya pinched the skin at his neck.

"Never took you for a tease, Wilkerson."

Mickey slid his hands up the back of her thighs, leaning up on his knees. He looked concerned, watching her face for any hints of discomfort.

"I'm just…are you sure? 'Cause it's alright-"

"Mickey," Maya said impatiently, nudging his chest with a knee. "I appreciate the gallant gentleman side of you very much, but I think I'm in need of something a bit more primal."

His eyes were laughing at her, even as he dropped another kiss on her belly.

"As my lady commands."

Maya yelped, knocked off balance as he pulled one of her legs over his shoulder, hands firm as he held her steady. Maya leaned heavily on the window sill, watching with hooded eyes as Mickey bit down on the elastic band of her underwear, dragging it away from her skin.

She bit her lip and grunted as he released it, letting the elastic snap back against her. The sting made her skin redden, and he soothed it with his tongue.

Maya shifted her hips, curling towards him. She could feel her body responding, the heat gathering in her belly and radiating from her skin.

Mickey made a noise of appreciation, and Maya struggled to keep still as he kissed her through the underwear, tongue flicking against her. She felt oversensitive, even with the layer between them and hissed, sweeping her hands up the sides of his neck and into his hair.

His hands kept her still, spread along the back of her thighs as he buried his nose into her, lips moving restlessly along the shape of her beneath the fabric.

Maya let him, sighing as she surrendered, tightening her hold on his hair when he released her with one hand to pull her underwear to the side, tongue licking one long hot strip against naked flesh.

She convulsed at the sensation, groaning as he pressed closer, burying himself into her welcoming warmth. Her fingernails scratched lightly at his scalp, encouraged him on, as he worked at devouring her completely.

She vocalized her appreciation when he curled his tongue actually inside her, thigh trembling where it pressed against his ear. She didn't know what to do with her hands, restlessly combing and pulling at his hair as he coaxed a litany of random words out of her. She barely noticed the bite of the window sill against her ass, was only aware of the hot slide of his tongue.

I could come just from this, she realized with a contented sigh.

But there was something she wanted more. Smiling she pulled him away from her by his hair, extracting her thigh from his shoulder. He looked up at her confused, and Maya felt her lower belly throb at the sight of his slick lips.

"Wha-"

She bent down, cutting him off with a kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue, a musk that was uniquely hers and he groaned into her mouth, fingers digging into the tender skin of her thighs.

She managed to cajole him to his feet, shifting until they had reversed their positions, Mickey now leaning against the sill. Maya reached down to cup him through his jeans, traced the rigid interested line of him. He shuddered, tangling his hand into her hair.

"Darlin' you drive me fuckin' crazy."

Maya smiled, fingers deftly undoing the button on his jeans. "Just you wait."

She was glad for the soft nest she had made as she kneeled, the blanket cushioning her tired joints. She copied what he had done to her, kissing his belly, rubbing her cheek on the coarse hair that trailed down beneath his navel. There was a silvery scar just above one hipbone, a knife slash by the look of it, and Maya pressed her lips to it, mouthed along its raised lines.

She wrestled his jeans down his thighs, surprised to find he was boxer-less.

"Huh. Thought you'd get lucky?" she arched an eyebrow up at him, even as she curled a hand around his burning flesh.

Mickey choked, hips thrusting into the tight circle of her fist.

"Fuck!"

"That's the idea."

Maya leaned in, pressing a kiss to the tip of him. She almost laughed at the garbled mess of words that were choked out above her, opting instead to return the favor paid to her, flattening her tongue and exploring the full length of him.

She felt inexperienced, but went at it with enthusiasm, sliding her lips over him and hollowing her cheeks. It was an awkward angle, but Maya forgot about the discomfort, palming the twitching muscles of his ass as she buried her nose into the rough curls at the base of him, relaxing her throat to fit him all inside her mouth.

It felt good, the heavy weight of him against her tongue. He tasted of Mickey, and Maya's cheeks flushed, the fabric between her legs uncomfortably slick.

She looked up at him through her lashes to find him watching her intently, lips parted and chest heaving. He shuddered as he noticed her gaze, fingers tightening on her hair.

"God Maya, you look-"

Maya swirled her tongue and his head fell back with a grunt. Her hands roamed, moved over his hips, to his flat stomach as she worked her mouth over him.

Eventually he stopped her, and she pulled off him with a pop, Mickey hissing as she licked her lips.

"If you do that anymore, this'll be a damn short evenin'," he muttered, dragging her up his body to kiss her. He tried to toe off his boots, and both of them nearly went tripping to the floor. With a growl he released her long enough to angrily pull his boots off, throwing them. The socks went flying after them, and the jeans after that. Maya stifled a giggle, shimmying out of her underwear. She pinged it somewhere in the direction of Mickey's boots, and then there they were, fully naked in front of each other.

Maya fought the urge to cover herself. Mickey had seen her breasts of course but this…this felt more intimate.

"You're so fuckin' gorgeous," Mickey said huskily as he stepped towards her. Maya sighed happily as he pressed up against her, a kiss landing on her temple.

"You are too, you know," she informed him as he led her back to the nest she had made. "You're one very nice all round package."

Mickey smiled smugly as he lay her down, hovering above her. "I've got a package all right."

Maya laughed, loud and joyful. Pleased, Mickey watched her, stroking her flank.

He had a dimple when he smiled, Maya realized. Just a small divot on one cheek you could barely see through the coarseness of his beard. But it was there, and Maya claimed it as her own, leaning up to kiss him, to push herself into his mouth as surely as he had pushed himself into her thoughts.

Her legs parted eagerly as he touched her, stroking gently. He broke the seal of their lips, eyes wicked as he took in her flushed face and heaving breasts. He shuffled on his knees, Maya's legs dropping open around his thighs.

"You gonna spread open, for me darlin'?" he purred, fingers dipping lower. "You're so wet for me, Jesus."

And she was. Maya arched her back, pushing her chest up as he slid a finger inside her, barely relieving the ache that was insistently opening up within her. Mickey inhaled sharply, finger thrusting into her, and Maya hauled herself up to kiss his jaw, letting her teeth scrape against his skin. Her hands held onto his biceps, anchoring herself as he spread her open with another finger, thumb flicking against her clit and sparking fireworks under her skin.

He pushed her down onto her back, dropping his head to mouth at her breasts, tongue flicking her nipple. The marks Jake had left on her had mostly healed to light bruises, and Mickey kissed each mark that peppered her chest. Maya shifted her hips restlessly, the stimulation almost too much. She raised her legs, squeezing him.

"Now," she moaned, head tossed back. Mickey bit down lightly on her nipple, sending her body into a spasm." Mickey, now."

He reared up, sinking back on his heels. His fingers slid out of her, leaving her empty and Maya growled. Mickey just laughed, captured her wrists in one hand and pinning her arms above her head, the bones of her wrists as fragile as a bird's under his coarse grip. To her shame, Maya felt her arousal spike at the show of strength, at the thought that he could overpower her if he wanted. That right now, she would let him.

"Last chance," Mickey's words were strained, his own control slipping as Maya pulled her legs up, knees hugging his ribs. Wantonly she rubbed herself against him, circling her hips. "'Cause there won't be no stoppin' if we do this."

Maya wiggled under him, eyes glittering. "What part of get inside me and fuck me, are you not getting?"

Above her, Mickey snarled, thrusting his hips against her. Maya surged to meet him in a punishing kiss, shuddering at the heavy weight of him pressing up against her.

God she wanted him. He was powerful, dangerous. He had killed for her, but in her hands, under her mouth he was hers. Hers to do with, what she pleased.

And she very much pleased to fuck, now.

Keeping her wrists pinned with one hand, Mickey spread her open with the other, nudging her thighs further apart with his hips.

The first press of him into her burned and Maya bit her lip, tilting her hips to alleviate the pain. He slowed, pushing in slow, slow, a steady invasion that left Maya gasping, tears pearling at the corners of her eyes. It had been a while, but her body eventually adjusted, opening up as he stilled, hips flush against hers, all the way inside. She could feel his heart beating against her chest, the hot pants of his breath against her hair. He released her wrists, hands going to her hipbones.

"You okay?" he asked, voice strangled. "You're so fuckin' tight, am I hurtin-"

Experimentally, Maya thrust her pelvis.

Both of them moaned, the pain dissolving into a slick slide of pleasure. She felt full, filled to bursting, and she clung to his shoulders as he slowly pulled out, then pushed back into her.

"Fuck," she breathed, digging her heels into the back of his thighs. "Fuck me, please. Please."

That seemed to unravel the last weak threads of Mickey's self-control, and he thrust into her hard, making Maya keen, fingernails digging red indents into his skin. Mickey set the pace and all Maya could do was hold on, squeezing him tight with her arms and legs. The steady slaps of flesh on flesh in the room only inflamed her further, made her gasp up into his mouth, the sweet fire between her legs growing with each thrust.

His hand toyed with her where they were joined, rough calluses dragging over her over-sensitive skin. Maya bore down on him, eyes screwed shut and mouth open in a silent scream as her orgasm sideswiped her in a sudden wave of pleasure, muscles clamping down him. Mickey shouted, jerking against her only a few more times before coming himself, liquid heat splashing against her insides.

Maya shuddered, riding out the waves with small undulations of her hips, milking him dry. Above her Mickey was breathing like he'd run a mile, dropping his head to her shoulder as he rocked with her movements.

She could feel the warmth inside of her, and she throbbed in time with him, too elated to care about embarrassment.

Maya blew out a shaky breath, turning to kiss the shell of Mickey's ear.

"I…I can't feel my legs," she announced.

Mickey chuckled, easing out of her with a hiss. He rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling, dazed.

"I can't feel anythin'."

Exhausted, Maya slapped her hand down beside her, grabbing a mound of shirts, raising her hips to jam them under her. The angle forced her pelvis to tilt upwards, and Mickey watched her curiously, chest heaving.

"What's that for?"

Maya sluggishly wiggled into a comfortable position, feet flat on the floor. "Saw it on an episode on TV once. Gravity helps with…you know."

He looked amused. "That so?"

He rolled, slinging an arm across her belly to pin her down. He shifted closer, pressing his cheek against her lower abdomen and Maya groaned, tired but still stupidly turned on as he touched her, fingers sliding in their combined fluids.

"What are you- Mickey!"

He looked unaffected, rubbing his cheek against her belly as he pushed two fingers into her.

"Better make sure it all gets in there then," he rumbled, and all Maya could do was writhe, biting down on the palm of her hand to stifle her cries.

He dragged another orgasm out of her, working her patiently until she lit up from the inside, muscles spasming around his fingers and a shout rattling in her dry throat.

He slid into her with no resistance at all after that, and Maya felt boneless, body absorbing each thrust, greedy for more, always more. She wrapped her arms around him, biting desperate love marks into his neck and shoulders.

"In the mornin'," Mickey grunted, taking and taking, and Maya just gave. The room was filled with the obscene noises of sex, and Maya knew the room would smell of them, knew she'd smell of him tomorrow. "I'm gonna fuck you from behind. Mount you like a bitch in heat, breed you till you can't walk."

God it was filthy and horrible and…Maya loved it, riding another wave of pleasure as she came again, head thudding against the mat.

He kissed the offered line of her throat, shoving hard inside her as he came as well, filling her up for the second time.

Maya couldn't do anything but take it, groaning, barely able to lift her head. He kissed her closed eyes, pulling out and grabbing one of the shirts. He wiped the both of them down, Maya merely grunting when he gave her a quick wipe between the legs.

"No fair," she muttered. "You're still moving."

Mickey flopped down with a contented stretch, tossing the shirt away. "Not for long. Fuck."

Maya sloppily rolled, and Mickey made room for her, raising his arm so she could cuddle up beside him.

"We're doing that again," Maya yawned, not caring that Mickey's skin was sweaty beneath her cheek. "Multiple times. Forever."

"Amen to that," Mickey grunted, pulling her close. "Forever sounds pretty damn good to me. God, Maya. I…just, fuck. There's no way in hell I'll ever be able to let ya go."

Maya didn't hear him, she had already slipped into an exhausted sleep.