Chapter 34
NOW: DIANA
“Where are we going?” Diana asked as Maggie turned onto the highway.
“Well, first things first, there is a wine bar that I’ve made reservations at, and then there’s a cute little restaurant across the street where we will have dinner. And then if you’re up for it, I lost that bet. Even though you totally cheated.”
Diana laughed. “I did not Mags, you simply are horrible at physical labor, and you were a cheerleader for crying out loud, you threw your weight into the air.”
“In my defense that was a long time ago, and well, you’ve had more practice pruning than me.”
Diana snorted. “I suppose I am lucky to have any trees left in your little section.”
“Maggie Land,” Maggie said proudly. Maggie was setting out to prove to Diana that she could help Diana and her crew work the land as they prepped for spring growth. Diana had seen Maggie’s handiwork and given her a corner to start with. It was just hers, and no one else was meant to touch it.
“Well fine, but either way, I lost our bet, and therefore, we have wine, dinner, and an appointment with some ink,” Maggie said proudly.
Diana felt her heart skip. Maggie was driving her further and further away from the plans she had made for them on Valentine’s Day, a quiet night in and Diana was going to cook for them.
She had been trying to take things extra slow so she didn’t scare Maggie away, but here was another surprise: the boldness and the commitment Maggie was showing.
Diana suspected her therapist knew what they were doing after all.
The fact that Maggie wanted to take her out made her somewhat giddy.
The whole last month had made her giddy and she was constantly trying to fight off the fear that one day she would wake up and Maggie wouldn’t be in her arms. But she was also pushing herself to live in the present.
And presently her girlfriend was taking her on a romantic evening date, on a holiday she didn’t really believe in until now. Because, why not.
“You know, Lily’s art is quite amazing, did she ever mention wanting to pursue it full time?” Maggie asked, taking a sip of water to wash down the excellent eggplant parm they had both ordered for dinner that night.
“She is, and I love her work, Julia loves her work, but she’s also set on taking over the business.
I’ve told her she doesn’t have to of course, I never want to pressure her like my parents did, Jules and I can figure something out.
But she keeps insisting that it’s what she wants.
So I made her a deal, I will go as long as I can, as long as she lives as much of her life outside of the place for as long as she wants. ”
Maggie smiled at her. “She’s lucky to have you as a mom, you know.” Diana smiled back. She thought sometimes she overcorrected and maybe could have been more present in Lily’s life, but overall she had decided her kid had turned out alright. Better than alright, extraordinary.
“Yeah well, I’m proud that both of us decided not to give our daughters the mothers we had,” and they both clinked their glasses.
After dinner, they made their way to a small tattoo shop.
“Are you sure it’s open on a day like today?” Diana asked as they walked up to the front, though she could see a light on inside.
“Yep, I have an appointment,” Maggie said, smiling.
The shop was small, railroad style, longer than it was wide.
Of the five stations only two seemed open, and one of them was occupied; a tall white man with red hair and a red beard was seated with his arm stretched out, a young woman concentrating over her work, her afro pushed back in the front by a headband that read pussy rocks. Diana smiled.
“Maggie?” a small voice came from behind them and Diana turned to see a full-bodied woman with a buzz cut and warm brown skin.
“Yes,” Maggie said, smiling.
“It’s me, Crystal, we spoke on the phone,” the woman said and she extended her hand; Maggie took it. “So tell me what we are doing here today.”
Diana looked at Maggie with raised eyebrows.
“Alright, McDonald, do you know what you’re going to get already or do I get to pick since you lost?
” Maggie looked slightly surprised, like she hadn’t thought of that, and Diana laughed and said, “You have to wear it forever, so I am good with you picking.” Maggie’s face relaxed and Diana was genuinely curious as to what she was getting.
Maggie opened her bag and pulled out a small post-it and handed it to Crystal, who looked down at whatever was on the paper and nodded her head.
“Right, okay, don’t worry, I took this down when we spoke on the phone. I think there are a few ways we could write this out, would you like to see what I have for you? Still thinking of your upper left thigh?”
“Across the top of my left thigh,” Maggie nodded, “please, the side of my heart, but also this way I can easily see it when I am sitting and feeling defeated.” Maggie didn’t say that also my girlfriend often sleeps on my right and tribbing happens to be a favorite thing of hers, but Diana laughed to herself anyway.
Crystal nodded and walked them over to her station where an iPad sat. She picked up the iPad and tapped on the screen a few times to reveal the same words over and over again in different scripts. Diana’s breath caught when she finally got to see what the two women had been discussing:
In the end it will still be us.
“You like the tattoo?” Maggie said as Diana trailed kisses down her bare neck.
They had gotten home and Diana could swear she’d gotten both herself and Maggie naked and in bed in record time.
They almost didn’t make it to the bedroom, but Maggie had insisted, and so, Diana had thrown the taller woman over her shoulder, gritted her teeth through the added joint pressure, and carried her girlfriend up the stairs fireman style with Maggie howling with laughter the whole way.
“I fucking love the tattoo,” Diana said as she continued to kiss her way down Maggie’s body.
“Good,” Maggie breathed and then Diana felt a pair of hands envelop her face and pull her away from Maggie’s breast. Reluctantly, Diana looked up at her girlfriend.
“I got it because it’s permanent, like us, okay?
Even if I am not yet showing it off to the whole world, even if Maya hasn’t seen it yet, it’s there and will be forever. ”
Diana felt her heart melt along with the tears that began to fill her eyes.
“How fucking dare you make me cry when I have big plans for you tonight,” Diana joked, sniffling and doing her best to keep her tears of joy contained, but it was a lost cause; her entire being was bursting with the flame Maggie had just ignited in her.
“Yeah? Do you now, Dee?” Maggie’s voice came out husky, and Diana was glad for it, as she’d seen the glint of tears in Maggie’s eyes as well.
“I do,” Diana said, steadying herself and looking Maggie in her eyes, watching the flush that deepened on her cheeks.
“I did good, yeah?” Maggie said.
“Yes, you did, very good,” Diana said, leaning in and intending on kissing Maggie sweetly, but Maggie deepened the kiss and then bit her bottom lip.
Diana pulled back from the surprise and found a smiling Maggie whose eyes were full of mischief. “Show me then, show me how good I did,” Maggie said, and Diana felt the flame inside her intensify, getting her back on track to a minute ago.
“You want me to show you?” Diana said and she cupped Maggie’s face, looking her deep in her eyes, slowly dragging her thumb across her chin before sliding it into Maggie’s mouth.
The other woman sucked on it seductively, flicking her tongue on the tip.
“Mmm, I will show not only how good you were but, what happens when you’re good for me.
Show you who you belong whimpering underneath, being taken apart layer by layer as praise.
” Maggie moaned around her thumb and Diana pressed down enough to remind Maggie that she was about to feel her everywhere.
Diana slowly pulled her thumb from Maggie’s mouth and then bent forward to kiss her softly on the lips before planting more sensual kisses down her neck, kissing the spot on her collarbone that drove her wild, relishing the quick intake of breath from Maggie.
She kissed right above Maggie’s heart, a place she knew would always be her home, before continuing down between Maggie’s soft breasts, her supple stomach, and traced the faint stretch marks there.
They were like tiny streets, fractures on her skin from everything she had done, had endured, had created, and Diana couldn’t get enough of them, kissing and tracing them with her tongue until Maggie let out a frustrated whimper.
Diana knew what she wanted, and she was going to give it to her and then some.
“Hand me a pillow, princess,” Diana joked and Maggie threw a pillow at her face. While Maggie smiled at the joke, her face was flushed and her eyes focused on Diana, lying there between her legs where she’d always wanted to belong.
Diana smiled mischievously and then sat up to help get the pillow under Maggie’s back, to help prop her pelvis up so that Diana could feast on everything that belonged to her.
Diana looked down at everything on display to her and wanted to weep.
Instead she placed both hands on Maggie’s thighs and looked up into her eyes.
“Okay?” Diana asked. She needed Maggie comfortable for she was absolutely going to take her time.
“I would be better if you’d hurry up,” Maggie said with a glint in her eye.
Diana smiled back, encouraged by the renewed ease between them, the banter, the playfulness.
She brought her hand down and gave Maggie’s pubis a slight slap, not enough to be painful but enough for her to feel something, something Diana slowly began to rub away.
The motion had Maggie beginning to slowly buck her hips.
“So needy, aren’t you? For who?”
“You,” Maggie breathed immediately back. “Just you,” she added.
“Hmm,” Diana hummed as she bent down to kiss the spot she’d smacked. She rubbed her nose gently into the neat tuft of hair Maggie had there, darker than that on her head, and breathed in her full scent.
“Fuck, I am going to devour you,” Diana breathed, and Maggie quietly moaned..
Diana began by working her way out and then in, keeping Maggie asking and then begging for more.
Finally, she slid her hands underneath Maggie’s butt and spread her wider apart before taking her into her mouth, getting her nice and warmed up.
When Diana could feel more of Maggie’s wetness meeting her tongue, she began to lick her way further down.
When they were together, they didn’t always do this, only on special occasions and fuck, Diana knew this was one.
Not only that, but she knew this type of play made Maggie come harder than anything.
Continuing to drag some of Maggie’s wetness with her tongue she found her second hole, puckered and soft, and began to lap at its edge.
“Oh fuck, oh, fuck oh my god, Dee, shit, Dee--” Maggie’s stream of expletives turned into babbling as Diana got to work, lathering up the tight ring of muscle till she could feel it starting to relax.
“You want more?” Diana asked teasingly and Maggie replied in a string of more gibberish.
“I know what you need,” Diana said, rising up and taking Maggie’s clit into her mouth.
She drew slow circles the way Maggie liked, with just a little added pressure on the right side.
She knew Maggie’s body like her own, every nook, every fold, every spot that drove her wild and tonight, she was going to show her just how much she remembered.
How much she knew. How much she’d always know and always show her, forever.
Increasing the pace a bit with her tongue, Diana took her hand and drew small circles at Maggie’s entrance. Her lover was all about different sensations, and Diana would give them to her.
“Oh my god, fuck, Diana, Diana, fuck please, fuck, yes, thank you.” Diana smiled briefly at the results of her efforts.
She knew things were about to get even more intense.
Slowly, she lubed up her fingers by sliding them intently up Maggie’s front wall, relishing the feeling of Maggie clenching around her.
Working her over till she knew there’d be enough give for some light play.
She brushed her now slick pinky down Maggie’s taint, angling her hand just so as she drove into Maggie, her pinky finger pressing on, and around, her second hole.
“OHMYFUCKINGDIANAJESUS.” Diana knew Maggie wouldn’t last long now, not the way she was bucking to meet Diana’s tongue and fingers, but that last little trick had always pushed Maggie over the edge—hard.
“Fuck I’m—” Maggie clenched around Diana and she pulled off of her sensitive clit and watched as Maggie rode out her orgasm with small thrusts, pushing Diana’s hand in and out of her.
When she had slowed, Diana pulled out of her and then moved up the bed. She took the hand that had been inside Maggie and slowly stroked herself, her own need dangerously close to the edge, though she wasn’t sure Maggie would be in any state to help her anytime soon.
When Maggie opened her eyes and seemed to have a grip on sentences again she said, “Fuck you, that was fucking amazing. I’m dead. But fuck I’d love to watch you come too.”
Diana quickened her hand and smiled back at Maggie.
“Who are you thinking about?” Maggie asked.
Without hesitation Diana said, “Only you.”