Chapter 8

8

MAYA

T he blazing sun, like a thief, found its way inside the emergency room's office, leaking in through the gaps in between covered windows and see-through doors. Maya wiped her sweaty forehead, for the first time in weeks actively counting the time left until the end of her shift. Her fingers felt sticky inside the rubber gloves, and the number of patients was steadily increasing during the dense summer days. Elderly patients with heart or lung issues doubled each day.

Suddenly, disturbing the peace, Maya's pager flashed and vibrated. "Suspected heat stroke. Fallen elderly woman trapped in apartment. Other injuries possible. Dr. Monroe to attend the scene with Ambulance 13."

Maya grabbed her medical bag and made her way to the ambulance bay where she got on board with the crew.

"How did that even happen?" Maya asked, breaking the silence inside the car.

"Apparently, her grandson locked the house by habit, forgetting she was inside and taking the only pair of keys with him. Then the neighbors saw something was wrong with her through the kitchen window. Apparently, she fell."

"Shit." Maya sighed. She was hoping the lady hadn't hit anything on her way to the floor, especially not with her head – that would practically mean a death sentence.

When they got to the place, a team of firefighters was already looking for the flat. It was the team of firefighters, Maya realized, before following them upstairs.

Of course it was.

Elena Rodriguez was everywhere she went at the moment. A beautiful torture.

A dark jacket ahead of her spelled RODRIGUEZ. The staircase seemed to stretch into infinity, its dark corridor shone with the grease of a new layer of paint. The smell of it was intoxicating, making Maya's head spin. In the heat, every scent grew in intensity to an unbearable degree, their sweat mingled with the smell of paint. The lady lived on the sixth floor, and by the time they got there, everyone was struggling to catch their breath.

Having located the door, the firefighters began knocking it down. It was a heavy, sturdy thing, the kind installed in hotels and such to prevent burglars, or perhaps fires. Finally, it gave way.

Maya and the rest of her team stormed inside, finding the woman passed out on the floor wound full of blood decorated the right side of her forehead.

Maya moved quickly checking her pulse, weak but steady. She got some fluids attached to start rehydrating the woman, and the paramedics put the cooling blanket across her. These basics done, it would be best to get her on the ambulance and to the hospital.

They quickly got her onto the stretcher and the firefighters carried her down to the ambulance. One of the people handling her was Elle, but occupied with the rescue, Maya couldn't pay much attention to her.

They were professional who often worked with each other but that was it. Elle's beautiful green eyes looked troubled, but Maya tried to ignore them.

On the grounds next to the building, they began assessing the woman's state. The situation was much better than anyone had expected, and provided she got to the hospital quickly enough, her chances of survival seemed great. Everyone let out a little sigh of relief while getting the woman into the car with her oxygen mask on.

"I'll get back on my own," Maya shouted to the paramedics, knowing it was well past the end of her shift, and she let the ambulance leave without her.

She craved rest, somewhere quiet and cool. Whatever gentle breeze blew her way, she felt her sweaty body shiver. There was something familiar about this neighborhood, something telling her she'd been here before. The cobblestone pathways and tree-lined alleys led somewhere she was certain she would recognize.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed her shoulder, startling her.

"What--?" she turned around, standing face to face with Elle. "Where's your crew?" She raised her eyebrow.

"Oh, I asked them to leave me. I was finishing my shift anyway. Where is your crew?"

Elle was on her own in her navy blue fire department shirt and pants. The muscles of her arms glowed a beautful bronze. Her dark hair was in a messy bun.

Uncharacteristic silence crept up between them. Elle got a bit closer, her eyes steadily laid on Maya's face, lowering a little to her lips. Maya didn't know where to look or what to do with her body. She felt a sense of peace after an exhausting effort, the waves of cool evening breeze relaxing her following the hot, bustling day. For a moment, she wanted to forget what had happened between her and Elle. She wanted to relax into her like a stranger, someone containing all the mysteries of their personality, or mistakes, still untouched.

When Elle closed the space between them, Maya allowed herself to lean into her body. She looked up, surprised to find the same sensation she'd felt all those years ago. She felt her body fit into Elle's perfectly, just like before, as if they'd never separated. Elle raised Maya's chin, and their lips met – this time gently, as if they wanted to lick out a confession from one another. Elle's lips felt soft and moist, like a pond of water against the day's draught. Maya drove her fingers up her neck, reaching for her hair to weave her fingers into. Whenever their eyes would meet, they'd look away. As if in a dance of shadows, their bodies clung to each other but their minds stayed conflicted. Maya moved down to Elle's neck. She laid a trail of kisses on her throat, then kissed her way back up again to Elle's lips, slipping her tongue in and trailing the inside of her mouth, slowly, deliberately. Their hips clashed, and Maya was certain she wouldn't walk away without having all of Elle. The need growing rapidly moist in between her thighs pushed any memory of their dispute into the furthest corners of her mind, bending its shape into that of physical desire. She wanted Elle, and the knowledge that she could have her made her drunk on the thought of it. She pulled Elle's hips closer and rapidly pushed her tongue inside Elle's mouth so as to make Elle quietly moan.

"We're in public." Elle pulled her away, flustered.

"So take me to yours," Maya said in a seductive tone she hadn't used in a long time. "You live nearby, no?"

The quiet satisfaction of placing this neighborhood in her memory made Maya grin to herself. Elle smiled, putting her hands in her pockets. She was still wearing her uniform pants and a simple navy blue fire department shirt she usually wore beneath her jacket. The sight of Elle's toned arms and the outline of her breasts in that top made Maya want to carry her to the house.

"I do, I'm fifteen minutes away," Elle pointed out the direction.

They held hands while walking, and Maya thought of nothing besides her fast beating heart. Kissing Elle felt like breaking the rules. It felt forbidden, and all the more delicious. It felt intoxicating, like the little sips of whiskey you had hidden in a cupboard, like sneaking out back when they were teenagers. She said she didn't want to talk to Elle – but putting her tongue inside of her wasn't exactly talking, was it? Making her moan wasn't a conversation , either. Maybe sex fitted within what she could permit herself. A familiar gravel path crunched beneath their feet, and Maya knew they were close.

She hoped Elle wouldn't try to talk to her. Their words always came out tangled, creating complicated knots. No, Maya was craving something naked and raw, something she had felt hidden in Elle's mouth and waiting to be tasted again.

"Here we are," Elle smoothly opened the door.

"You live alone?"

"Mhmm."

There were a million things going through Maya's head as she stepped into the beautiful house, but she said none of them. She didn't comment on the tastefully high ceilings, the size of the house, the collection of expensive paintings. This house stood as proof to her that time passes for everyone, that not only she, but Elle, had also undergone a string of changes and successes of which Maya would never know the full scope.

Unimportant, she thought, pinning Elle to the wall.

I'm just here for one thing.

She teased Elle's lips with her tongue mercilessly, licking them gently then pulling away whenever Elle opened her mouth to pursue a kiss. Maya saw her gasp with blissful annoyance, saw her legs twitch, and her body, maybe even a part of her mind, felt at home.

She put her hands beneath the fabric of Elle's shirt, climbing up the familiar, muscled stomach, up to the soft skin of her breasts in a crop top, so softly feminine and contrasting with the steel firmness of the rest of her body. She thought it a delicious privilege to be able to access such a sensitive part of Elle, hidden away and protected. Maya took her time to feel the hardening nipples beneath her fingers, making Elle quietly moan – a sound she'd learned to forget craving at night, but which now would surely come back to her each evening. She could smell the familiar scent of Elle's sweat mingling with that sweet smokiness that lingered in her hair that Maya had always enjoyed.

"Should we see your bedroom?" she whispered directly into Elle's ear, knowing how quickly the shivers would travel down her spine.

Elle nodded, flustered. Walking up the staircase, Maya wondered whether any other girl made her flustered this way, or whether it had stayed the same, whether the only person to really know this side of Elle remained Maya.

They entered the bedroom absorbed in their kiss, their limbs reaching for each other like drowning women looking for something to save them. They kept seeking each other's faces as if they were sunflowers at the early hours of dawn, looking for something nourishing, looking for their source of life. Maya's mind sat back in a momentary truce, crossed its arms and put a blindfold on, letting her body do what it had to do. Her senses took the reins, guiding her hands to pull the shirt and crop top off Elle's body, to inhale the earthy scent of her skin and lick her way up from her abdomen back to her mouth.

"Did you miss me?" Elle asked, half sighing from anticipation. Her hand ran through Maya's hair to finally rest on the back of her neck.

Maya froze for a second. "Don't talk," She looked up at Elle from between her breasts, her eyes sparkling.

"..All right." Elle flashed a mischievous smile, one that said I know what you're doing.

Elle knew what Maya needed and was prepared to go along with it.

Thank god for that.

Maya knew she couldn't stop her body now from taking what it so badly needed, even if she'd wanted to. Something about Elle was like a drug to her. Maya could barely remember any sex she'd had since Elle. Nothing that had lit her whole body as on fire as it was now.

Maya pulled her own shirt off, then Elle's pants and underwear followed suit. She knew how turned on Elle got from being the only one entirely naked, and she took full advantage of that, running her hands up Elle's thighs and circling around her pussy. Then she went up her back, touching her skin up to her neck, and went back down again, fondling her ass. She had missed this for sure, seeing Elle stand naked for her, showing off her beautiful body and waiting to see what Maya did with it. Elle shivered at her every touch. Elle's eyes had submitted willingly to her. She was giving it all up for her, and she liked it.

"I can't wait to see you come for me," Maya said. She couldn't wait, and her fingers teased for a moment or two before sliding them inside Elle. "Just look at you, so wet and ready for me." She wasn't supposed to talk, but couldn't stop herself. It felt too good to be back. It felt too good to be the smug one.

Elle nodded, and that on its own made Maya shiver. She took Elle to the bed, and Elle knowingly sat down on its edge, spreading her legs. Maya patted her thigh.

"You remember everything, don't you," she whispered, seeing how Elle was following exactly the way Maya liked to fuck her.

She knelt in front of her, devouring her wet and wanting pussy. Maya had forgotten how good it tasted. She wanted to lose herself down here forever. Forget everything else. The taste of Elle's pleasure on her tongue gave her everything she wanted. Elle moaned loudly. Every movement of her tongue left Elle pushing further into her face trying to get a better pressure for herself. Maya licked and sucked, enjoying what she had missed so much for so long. She stopped for a moment, gesturing to the bed.

"I want you to sit on my face," she purred, laying down and waving Elle over.

Elle obediently made her way up the bed, moving to kneel above Maya's face. Their eyes met for a second just before Maya pulled Elle down onto her waiting mouth. Maya felt the kind of hunger born out of satiation—the more she had of Elle's body, the more she craved, in a gluttonous madness fueled by their disagreements, the tension, the longing boiling just below both of their skins. She kept licking and sucking, enjoying Elle's moans. She pulled Elle down so her pussy was tight to her face just how she liked it. She was trying to persuade Elle to grind down on her face and to ride her with abandon like she used to, and it took a couple of minutes of eager licking and pulling down on Elle's thighs before Elle gave into her own desires, closed her eyes, held on tight to the headboard and began to grind deep and slow against Maya's face. Maya relaxed herself into it until she felt Elle's thighs shiver, and her moans get louder. She knew she was close. But Maya had no desire to let her go so fast. She was planning on drawing it out the longest she could. She wanted Elle begging for it, begging and crying. Maya pushed her thighs upward, taking her mouth away.

"Come on, Maya." Elle sighed, her eyes half-closed.

Maya only held her ass firmer and tortured her further. Elle began trying to help herself grinding her hips again, but it didn't help much. Maya was clearly in charge of her body and wasn't going to let that go so quickly. She wanted Elle begging, and nothing else would do.

"Maya, please," Elle moaned, then moaned something completely unintelligible, both of which Maya took with pleasure.

Maya teased with her tongue, drawing it back and forth lightly, her hands forbidding Elle from lowering herself and grinding on Maya's face in the way that they both knew she so desperately needed.

"Beg me. If you want it, Elena. I want you to look me in the eyes and beg me for exactly what you want."

Elle's eyes opened slowly, and her gaze met Maya's. There were a few seconds where Maya just looked up at her from between her legs before Elle began to speak, her voice hesitant and laced with a sweet desperation.

"Please… Maya. I… I need to come." Elle's green eyes were earnest. "I need to grind on your face until I come. I need to come in your sweet mouth. Please."

Maya waited just a second longer before she nodded. "Okay, Baby." She pulled Elle back down until her pussy was tight against her face. Maya knew this was Elle's favorite thing ever. The one thing that would always tip her over the edge. Clearly it was still the case.

Elle began to grind down against Maya's face and Maya dove back in with her mouth with enthusiasm.

Maya could barely breathe, but she didn't care. All she could see, smell, taste was her.

Elle.

She gripped her thighs and held on tightly as Elle took her pleasure. Her grinding became deeper, and her moans became louder. Her breathing quickened, and she came loud and hard, gushing in Maya's mouth.

Maya swallowed eagerly, breathing Elle in, taking everything from her. Elle's body sat high above her, bronzed muscled glistening in sweat.

She is so fucking beautiful.

Maya released her slowly and watched as Elle collapsed forward against the headboard before falling down onto the bed , breathing heavily. Elle lay on her back, gathering herself up. Maya approached, placing her hand between her still-shivering thighs, menacing.

"I'm all sensitive now." Elle sighed. "What are you doing?"

"You're not sensitive on the inside though, are you?" Maya grinned, one thing on her mind.

Elle raised her eyebrows, comprehending. She pointed to the first drawer of the nightstand next to her bed and slowly raised herself up to be on all fours. Memories flooded back to Maya. The sight made Maya gulp, and before she went to fetch what was needed, she went up to gently lick the trail up Elle's pussy and over her asshole, making her dip her back further, raising her ass in that heavenly way to expose herself fully. Maya wanted nothing more than to pound the living hell out of her.

She kissed her ass cheek, saying "I'll be back in a second," then patted her ass and was on the way to the nightstand.

Upon opening the drawer, she smiled widely.

"Do you wanna scream, or do you wanna scream?" She admired the collection of dildos varied in shapes and sizes, already setting her mind on one. Putting the leather harness on, she turned back to Elle, "Hm?"

"I'll take whatever you choose," Elle tried sounding nonchalant, but her voice was coated heavily with the feeling of her heartbeat.

Maya finished getting herself ready, and came back up to Elle, dragging her to the edge of the bed.

"Come on, raise that ass higher," she said, putting a few fingers in Elle's pussy to study how wet it still was. "Oh, we don't need lubricant," she whispered. "Elle, spit on it."

Elle turned around, obediently spitting on the dildo, at the same time blushing at its size.

"Come on, it was in your drawer, don't act surprised," Maya scoffed. She put her fingers back inside, circling around slowly, warming Elle up.

"Yeah, I don't usually…use them on myself…"

"You mean you don't get fucked the way I fuck you?" Maya ran her other hand through Elle's hair. "Poor darling, but you like it so much." She put the cold tip of the dildo against her opening, making Elle quietly gasp.

"I only like it when you do it," Elle admitted. "Doesn't feel right with others."

"I love to hear that." Maya twisted Elle's hair in her hand and pulled her head up, bending her back to its maximum. "Take it for me well," she said before thrusting roughly into her.

It didn't take her a long time to begin mercilessly pounding Elle with all her strength. Her body quickly remembered its way, and the rhythm drew the best out of Elle. She began moaning within a minute, the high-pitched, delicate moans Maya had a weakness for.

She might be a big tough firefighter, but that just made it all the sweeter for Maya to take her like this.

"I missed your moaning," she said, panting.

"Fuck me harder, please," Elle managed to fit in between one gasp for air and another.

"No problem," Maya took Elle's hips in her hands and slammed herself into Elle as if it were the last time she'd ever fuck.

The delicate moaning turned into long, loud screaming. Maya dug her fingers into Elle's thighs as she slammed relentlessly into her, desperate to make her come a second time, confident she was hitting just the right spot. The melody she got out of Elle while getting deep into her pussy was something she enjoyed beyond measure. Suddenly, she slowed down the thrusts, looking to hear Elle's meek begging for more.

She didn't disappoint. Elle twisted her head and sweetly moaned to get it harder.

"Please.. Maya… fuck me.." Maya relished in the sight, feeling her own wetness drip onto the dildo and harness. Maya rewarded her by thrusting into her again and again building her rhythm once again.

"I want you to come for me like a good little slut, Elena. You'll come when I say so."

Elle was moaning and incoherent. Maya had never known anyone enjoy rough fucking like Elle did, and it was the sweetest pleasure to give it to her.

Maya reached her right hand under Elle's hip. "I'm going to touch your clit for you wile I fuck you and you are going to come hard for me, okay?"

Maya slid her fingers against Elle's clitoris as she kept fucking her faster and faster. "Come for me, Elena. Come for my big dick."

Elle exploded beneath her, shuddering, screaming, shaking. Maya smiled to herself. She still had it. She pulled out slowly, allowing Elle to collapse prone onto the bed.

Maya got out of the harness and walked around the bed, raising Elle's dizzy-with-pleasure head up to meet her eyes.

"I want you to feel something," she took Elle's hand and drove it down to her own dripping wet, untouched vulva. She left her hand there, letting Elle feel the entirety of her.

"I guess the party's not over yet," Elle said, coming back to life, spreading Maya's legs wide apart and taking her place between her thighs. Maya put her hand on Elle's head, guiding her however she liked.

She had to admit, Elle's tongue felt the best. Quickly, her mind floated away, or rather dissipated into her body. There was nothing left but her body's intense pleasure driving her to the edge of perception. She gripped Elle's hair tighter, expecting her to finish her off.

Instead, Elle pulled away, only torturing her further with her fingers, leaving Maya in quiet spasms of craving.

"I want you to come on my face," she murmured, lying down.

Maya had no choice but to follow or go mad with this bodily craving. Elle's touch was the only thing she cared for at the moment, so she knelt obediently above Elle's face, spreading her legs wide. She felt a slap on her ass and looked at Elle in complete surprise.

"Look at you, what a good girl," Elle said before diving back in to finish what she'd started.

The words tightened Maya's chest in a long-forgotten wave of pleasure. Her cheeks reddened as she gave into the feeling of intense abandon within her body and felt her climax rush over her like a lightning bolt, electrifying her body and leaving her gasping for air.

They lay down, completely exhausted. Their breathing grew deeper and calmer, and with time, they fell asleep lying side by side atop the still neatly tucked-in bedsheets.

It was a quarter to six a.m. when Maya woke up. She moved away from Elle, startled, the memories of the night quickly coming back to her. Elle was still tightly held by sleep, her breath rhythmically making her bare chest rise and fall, and Maya couldn't help but admire for a moment Elle's naked body, so deeply undisturbed and peaceful.

Soon, she realized she'd rather leave without waking her up. She got dressed in a hurry, then in a few moments was out of the house, thinking of how stupid it had been to leave her clothes at the hospital. She had to pass the neighborhood of neat lawns and white houses in her ER medic's uniform.

The sun was up, but it was the unmistakably cold morning sun, and after a while of walking, she began shivering. Finally, she reached a bus station. Having studied the infinitely complicated map of the station, she directed her steps toward the bus that would take her home.

On the bus, she could no longer escape the flood of thoughts connected to her night with Elle. The lame dam she'd set up during the hookup burst unceremoniously, and she realized what a mess she'd gotten them both into.

No, we both did that.

She nodded, reassuring herself. The fault lay on both sides.

Little rivers of regret began forming in her mind, she chastised herself for leaving without a note or a goodbye kiss. But then, she didn't really feel in the mood for a goodbye kiss. Something kept telling her that for Elle, it was just another hookup, just to prove to herself she could still pull Maya.

But it wasn't that, was it? she smiled.

No, she knew there was something special about it. She could see that Elle would never have this kind of sex with anyone else. Did this mean they still meant something special to each other? Would Maya want that to be the case?

Oh, stop it, silly. It's only sex.

She shook her head, putting her earphones in and dozing off to her favorite 70's playlist.

Of course, she'd miss her stop.