Fandom: Only by the Dawn
Pairing: Damien/Maia
Maia sat at a small café table in the corner of the crowded bar with a young man from her analytical chemistry class. She had made herself a promise during the week; as she and Damien had no plans for the weekend, she would go out that night and find someone who was his opposite. It would be refreshing and good for her! Michael was the name of her classmate. He was an American exchange student with dark red hair and blue eyes - very much the Anti-Damien.
The club wasn’t very far from campus, but it was exclusive, which was something that she and Damien both liked in their clubs - so it was no surprise when she had glanced over at the bar to see him sitting there with a drink in his hand. They had nodded and smiled cordially to one another. They weren’t an exclusive couple, so he couldn’t be angry to find her there with another man, just like she had no right to be angry when she saw a pretty brunette approach Damien.
Maia was a very calm, mature, level-headed person. She wasn’t angry at all!
“Are you all right?” Michael asked, noticing the deep frown that graced Maia’s delicate features.
“Yes,” Maia answered, automatically smiling as she looked back to Michael. She touched his hand reassuringly. ”I’m sorry. What were you saying?”
“I was asking if - “Michael started, but stopped when a waiter approached.
“For you, ma’am,” he said in Spanish and handed her a folded piece of paper. “From the young man in the blue shirt.” He turned and pointed to Damien who was still occupied with the brunette. Maia smiled and took the piece of paper, thanking the waiter. She noted with a small sense of satisfaction that the brunette laughed too emphatically and touched Damien too much. He was one for flirting, but this woman was coming on too strong; he wouldn’t like that.
She was going to just read the note later, but looked up when the waiter continued standing next to their table.
“He told me to wait for an answer,” he explained.
Maia gave Michael an apologetic smile and unfolded the paper, not paying attention to the waiter leaning slyly over her shoulder to read the note in the small lamp on the table (Damien had promised him a big tip for doing his bidding and this blonde was beautiful; he wanted to know what this young man had up his sleeve). Her eyes widened as she read what was written in Damien’s familiar handwriting ‘That dress is inappropriately short. I doubt that it meets the dress code for this fine establishment. Please return home and change. Thank you.’
Maia scoffed in disbelief as she finished reading the note and threw an amused glance Damien’s way. “May I have a pen, please?” she asked the waiter. He gave her one from his shirt pocket and she wrote back in cursive, ‘If you’re going to be rude, you can fuck off.’
Behind her the waiter smirked. She folded the paper and handed it to him, thanking him again as she bid him to return it to its original sender.
Maia watched the waiter walk off before turning to Michael again. “I’m sorry,” she apologized again.
“Is he a friend of yours?” Michael nodded to Damien, sniffing, slightly offended by the Spaniard’s nerve in butting in on his date.
“He’s a classmate,” Maia replied carefully. She finished off the drink that she had in front of her, keeping her eyes on Michael and determinedly not looking in Damien’s direction. He was testing the waters with his teasing now. “What were you saying?” she asked Michael brightly.
“I was wondering if you would like to dance,” he asked, obviously still a little irritated.
“Yes, I would love to,” Maia replied, taking his hand when he stood and offered it to her. If Damien had thought that her dress looked short while she was sitting, he was going to be especially offended when she stood. It really wasn’t Maia’s fault that she was so tall and had a thing for wearing heels! It made her long legs look that much longer as they poured from beneath the mid-thigh length green silk taffeta dress.
She and Michael had had a couple of drinks earlier in the night, so she was pleasantly buzzed as he spun her out onto the dance floor, both of them laughing. She didn’t even mind that much when he began to get handsy as they danced, his hands roving over her hips as he held her steadily in front of him and they grinded together.
On their way back to the table, Michael stopped off at the bar to get them drinks and Maia found the waiter from before waiting for her with another note.
“Persistent, isn’t he?” she smiled, taking the note from him as she sat down.
This one read, ‘Such a dirty mouth for such a proper, English girl.’
Maia chuckled as she took the pen from the waiter again and replied (with him reading over her shoulder, of course), ‘Of all the dirty things that this proper English girl can do with her mouth, swearing doesn’t even make the top ten.’
The waiter’s hands shook lightly as he took the pen and paper from Maia, his eyes focused on her mouth as he turned, almost running into Michael in his haste.
“Is that guy bothering you?” Michael asked, throwing an aggravated glance over his shoulder at the waiter’s retreating back and Damien.
“No, no. It’s quite fine; he’s harmless.”
Under the guise of tossing her blond hair over her shoulder, she glanced over to Damien and watched as he read the note, licking his lips and nodding appreciatively at it before looking up and catching her eye. He winked at her and then she turned back to Michael, blushing.
Michael was an athlete and Maia turned the conversation to sports so that she could nod interestedly as he talked without her needing to actually listen all that much. She knew already that she wasn’t going to be leaving with him.
The waiter soon returned while Michael was in the middle of recounting the time he won a championship soccer game at his old university. The new reply read, ‘I consider myself to be a man of considerable experience, yet I can only think of nine things you could do with your mouth that are dirtier than swearing. Please elaborate.’
“Such a limited imagination,” Maia remarked lightly to the waiter who was obviously pleased to be in on this secret exchange. She wrote back, ‘You need to think a little bigger, love. And no, you haven’t earned the privilege of that knowledge yet.’
Michael folded his arms over his chest as Maia handed the note back to the waiter and turned her attentions back to him, a guilty expression on her face.
“Please don’t be cross with me,” she implored him gently, properly reading his expression. “I really don’t mean to be rude, I apologize! My classmate and I had a history and I’m afraid it’s not all worked out yet. I do like you, though. I just think that I should get him straightened out. Will you give me another chance? Call me tomorrow?” She smiled and disarmed Michael with her charm, placating him more until he no longer seemed angry, instead kissing her cheek, paying off his tab and exiting the bar.
It seemed that Damien had decided to try a new tactic as this time when the waiter returned, he was bearing a drink and not a note. “Sex on the Beach,” he said as he presented it to her.
Maia looked up, displeased to find that the brunette was still lingering near Damien. She made sure that he saw when she politely shook her head and put up her hand, declining the drink. “It seems that I was right - such a limited imagination. And he, of all people, should remember that sex on the beach isn’t all that comfortable.”
Next the waiter came with “Between the Sheets.”
“Better,” Maia nodded, “but please tell him that there’s only room for two tonight.” She then placed an order of her own for the waiter to give to Damien.
She watched as the waiter delivered her message and presented Damien with a Blue Balls cocktail. Damien laughed when he received the drink and thought a moment before placing another order. He then leaned in to talk to the brunette, touching her shoulder and shaking his head. A moment later the brunette was leaving and Maia received her next drink - a Screaming Orgasm.
She blushed darker and accepted the drink, nodding to Damien as she raised her glass.
Damien put money on the bar for the bartender and as he approached Maia he slipped money into the hand of the waiter, clapping him on his shoulder and thanking him as the other man walked away.
He sat down across from Maia, smiling.
“You must think very highly of yourself,” she teased.
“I would have tried foreplay with Sit on My Face, but I don’t think either of us have the patience for me to go through an entire repertoire of drinks when I could just show you,” he shrugged, his eyes boring into hers over the table.
Maia’s pulse quickened and she shifted as she uncrossed and re-crossed her legs beneath the table, her lips parting at his words.
“Your place or mine?” he asked, properly deciphering her body language.
“Neither,” she replied and then added, “Yet.”
Damien’s thick eyebrows furrowed and he tilted his head, slightly confused.
Maia took a deep breath before she spoke. “You made me a promise.” She held up her drink and shook it slightly.
Realization dawned on Damien’s face. “Right now?” he asked in disbelief, beyond a little surprised that Maia was proposing sex in public.
“Right now,” Maia nodded. “Here.” She looked around and spotted the bathroom and nodded towards it. “Actually more like there.”
She stood, gently pulling him up by the front of his shirt and slyly leading him to the thankfully empty bathroom.
When they emerged half an hour later, Maia’s lips were swollen and someone had obviously been tugging on and mussing up her hair while Damien’s shirt was rumpled and half un-tucked from his jeans. He had his arm affectionately around her waist and she had her hand tucked into his back pocket, both of them pleasantly flushed (though Maia’s was more out of embarrassment).
Standing guard at the entrance to the restroom was the waiter who had been their middle man all night. “I saw you go in,” he grinned knowingly. “Someone else tried to go in, so I told them that it was broken. I thought you could use a moment alone.”
Damien fished in his pocket and pulled out another wad of bills for the man. “Thank you for your help.”
“My pleasure,” the man nodded.
“Now you promised to share your top ten list,” Damien reminded her as they walked away from the bemused waiter.