The Only Gift That I Need by Misty Flores

Fandom: All My Children
Pairing/characters: Bianca/Maggie
Rating: Hard R - maybe NC-17Playing card URL (will be supplied): http://invisible-cities.net/images/gsc/femslash/02.jpg

Summary: Bianca's plans for a perfect first Christmas in Paris with Maggie are thwarted a surprise visit home, and the return of some old ghosts.

CHAPTERS

Bianca's hands were unspeakably soft; tended with expensive creams and lotions, without callous of blemish. Maggie's hands were rough, half the time stained with ink or nicked with paper cuts or clumsy accidents in anatomy.

The moment those beautiful hands slid into her own, the moment Maggie felt the soft silk of the fingers that had pressed intimately inside her so many times, something changed.

Mouth suddenly dry, Maggie didn't say a word, the rope lax against them both, Bianca's hands gripping hers almost painfully, a faint tremble discernable.

Bianca's eyes, normally beautiful and wide and bright, were shut tight, and soft pants made the scantily clad chest rise and fall with more than just arousal.

In all honesty, Maggie hadn't quite expected to get this far. She hadn't counted on Bianca actually giving in. Given this position, it occurred to her that she really had no idea what to do...

She kept still, looking at the soft hands and the frail, trembling face, heart hammering suddenly against her chest, too overwhelmed to be anything like the intimidating dominatrix that had taken hold before.

Shaking herself out of her haze, Maggie took in the fragile face, the weak voice. "Right..." she answered roughly, licking her lips and shaking her head, dangerously close to lose her nerve. "Bianca, we don't have to do this-"

"I wasn't thinking-" Already, she had dropped the precious hands, rubbed her calloused fingers against her skin, scratching at her forearm erratically, dropping the rope against Bianca's chest. "I should have been thinking about you and what happened and I can't-"

"I don’t know why I - I'm sorry-" Her eyes closed in self disgust, shuddering at what she almost put her girlfriend, the rape victim, through. Shifting, she tried to push herself off, until a hand caught her own, holding her into place.

She thought Bianca was shaking, until she realized the grip was firm, and Bianca's thumb was soothing against her inner wrist. The shaking girl was her. Those beautiful brown eyes stayed on hers like a magnet, and Bianca's smile was tender.

"You don't think I trust you?" Eyes closing, Maggie let out a ragged sigh. Until the pressure on her wrist was met with a soft touch on her chin, forcing her gently back down, eyes opening again to Bianca's smile. "I trust you, Maggie. I'm yours. Take me wherever you want us to go." Forefinger and thumb kept her chin captive, until she was lowered and full lips pressed against hers, a whisper of breath against her mouth.

Her heart fluttered inside of her when Bianca pulled back gently, forehead against a nuzzling nose, as once again, those hands slipped into hers.

She was the worlds worst top, as she shakily fumbled with the rope, careful, too careful, against Bianca's tender wrists, looping them around together and then glancing up at the large wooden posts in the massive headboard.

"Let me know if I hurt you," she whispered, and Bianca, looking flushed and unsure, simply nodded, as Maggie rose to her knees, leaning over Bianca to pin her arms above her, tie a rather ugly knot above her.

Her work done, she lowered herself back slowly to Bianca's hips, hands pressed against her haunches, glancing down at the sight before her. Bianca's mouth was open slightly, breath audible. Her breasts stood out proudly, framed by the arms tied up over her head. Dark eyes pinned on hers, smoldering and yet, still fragile.

Maggie's heart was in her throat, and she had to swallow before she could croak out the words, "You're mine?"

Fingers smoothed against the sheer fabric, just under the glorious bosom. Bianca shifted slightly beneath her touch.

That sent a thrill inside her, one that sunk into her chest and down to her groin, as her touch became firmer, fingers molding around one bauble, thumb smoothing across the already hard nipple, hearing a soft whimper and feeling an arch underneath her in response.

"Are you?" she asked, grinding against the firm stomach, just far enough up her girlfriend that she could feel the restless shimmy it produced. "Are you mine, Bianca?"

Bianca's tongue darted out, moist against red lips, eyes flickering down to Maggie's hand, thumb still idly caressing, another grind causing a soft exhalation.

"How many times do you want me to say it?" Bianca whispered, and there was a gleam in her eyes, a sharp wicked tone that sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine.

"As many times as I tell you," she answered, rising up, until Bianca had nothing pressing against her abdomen. Bianca's hips bucked, and Maggie only shook her head, thumb falling away from the nipple, sliding up the swell of her breast.

Bianca's chest rose and fell with her hand, and Maggie could see arms flexing as she lifted it away, instead turning to her own shirt, pulling it off and throwing it away.

Dark orbs burned, and Maggie did nothing but unbutton her jeans, leaving the zipper intact, the bra undisturbed.

She shuddered, closing her eyes, and with a touch of wickedness, pressed her hand against her own stomach, aware of the intent look. Fingers slid between tight fabric and soft skin, into wet desire. Eyes closing, she shuddered from her own touch.

The hips jerked beneath her, and Maggie responded by sitting down, pinning the lower body that writhed helplessly. The contact against her only made her shiver in response, and she pulled her hand out.

"Do you see that?" she whispered softly, marveling at the moisture on her fingertips. "That's what you do to me, Bianca." Bianca said nothing in response. But her mouth was open and her gaze was hungry. "Is that what I do to you?"

"No," Maggie responded, sharp and to the point. Leaning forward, she pressed soft lips just against Bianca's mouth, enough to whisper, "I want you to tell me." When Bianca tried to kiss her, she pulled up, like a treat out of reach of an unruly cat. She was rewarded with an angry moan. "Tell me."

Bianca's teeth gnawed on her lower lip, eyes wild now, body beneath Maggie distracting with it's movement, frustrating bumps and shifts. "Tell you what?" Bianca answered thickly. "That I spent the last week dreaming of you? That sometimes in my meetings just thinking of you makes me so wet I can't concentrate? That I think I could die making love to you and sometimes I'm afraid I'll never get enough? That the thought of Lena touching you drove me so crazy I wanted to pin you down and F**k you so hard you'd never see anyone else but me?"

It was meant to shock, and it did. Maggie's breath was stolen from her in the quiet following the sincere words that tumbled from Bianca's mouth like an angry growl. It made her weak, and she had a hard time breathing, as she stared down at the defiant face, the coal black eyes.

Sucking in a loud breath through her nose, Maggie twitched slightly when hips bucked into hers, grinding as well as Bianca could.

Until hands slid down and pinned the body against the mattress, and Maggie grinned, wide and wicked. "That's a start."

Ignoring the groan, she was almost frantic, the words ringing inside of her, like a gong in her head.

It made her primeval, visceral, and she palmed Bianca's mound possessively, feeling the wetness that had permeated through the damp thong.

Ignoring the hoarse cry, she dug around it, not bothering to even try and remove the fabric before she slid fingers inside her lover, jerking up reflexively with her wrist.

Bianca was untamed, unhinged, and her body arched into crescent off the bed, pinned on both sides, as Maggie thrust again, pressing her thigh against her wrist and using it's weight to dig deeper.

She was furious and unforgiving, balancing herself with her free hand on the mattress, bracing herself as she buried herself harder, deeper, Bianca's cries raw and different than she had ever heard before. It did something to her, changed her, and she couldn't help herself, wanting to possess her completely, take her like she had never taken Bianca before. She wasn't gentle or sweet, and Bianca wanted it that way.

When the trembling started, she only went faster, wrist sliding against her thigh, pain mixed with her pure lust as she greedily watched Bianca's face, as arms flexed, and Bianca jerked, with a frantic scream that came with soft muscles clamping around her, sucking her in.

In an instant, she lost herself, when shakes became shudders and seizures became trembles, and Maggie could no longer help herself, falling forward to suck Bianca's tongue in her mouth for one passionate kiss, breaking away only to breathe, falling back against the sweaty fabric that covered the ample chest, fingers pinned inside her lover.

In that stillness, she heard it. Soft whimpers, a delicate, broken statement said so softly she almost didn't hear it above her own pounding heart.

"Oh, God, Maggie. I'm yours. I love you so much. I'm yours, baby. Totally and completely. There's never going to be anyone for me but you."

Shaken, Bianca was lost even to herself. Awareness came in the pounding of her heartbeat, a tell tale rhythm that banged in her ears. Feverish dizziness overcame her, and her arms and shoulders ached.

Maggie had never felt so heavy, and Bianca relished in the feel. Her lover, still clothed, rested her cheek against her stomach, the fabric now itchy against Bianca's sweaty skin. Maggie's fingers, still buried inside her, caused a dull throb.

Eyes closing, Bianca reveled in the odd feeling that consumed her; unsure what to call this impulse that had taken over them both.

Maggie lay still, deadweight, only noisy pants indicating she was still conscious. Bianca herself bit her lip, glancing down at her still lover, feeling absurdly sentimental and unsure of what to do, pinned below the still form.

Heart pounding against her chest, Bianca's eyes fluttered closed when gently, the palm was eased out of her, working against the muscles that clamped against the fingers almost painfully. A low moan was torn out of her as the fingers slipped free, and the muscles in her arms ached in conjunction with her lower body.

Fingers wrapped around the damp fabric of her thong, toying with her underwear. Bianca's intense mood wasn't appeased.

She was suddenly overtaken with a very overwhelming desire to ravish the beautiful woman against her.

There was only a twitch of that beautiful mouth in response, eyes darkening. Her lover's hand teased against the thong, slipping beneath it to slide along slick, sensitive skin.

Again, nothing but an increasingly wicked smile. Maggie toyed with her like a cat with a helpless mouse, and Bianca's head fluttered back with an anxious sigh when Maggie thumbed against her, in a firm, deliberate circle.

Her heart pounded, and she panted heavily, jerking against the lover that held her down, never moving but for the slow, teasing touches.

It was never enough, never hard enough or deep enough or fast enough. Just simple touches against still quivering flesh, meant to torment and make their point.

Her Maggie was playing a game, and Bianca battled her own body, fighting the very whimper that was jerked out of her, when Maggie's body shifted and the soft touch of a tongue flicked the slightest of pressure.

Head back, eyes focusing intensely on the dark head between her legs, she was met with a smoldering gaze, a different woman that inhabited her lover. There was power in that stare, pride, as if in a matter of seconds, her insecure Maggie had vanished and in her place had left behind a seductress, a goddess.

Teasing, toying kisses, soft whispers of inaudible words only Maggie knew, tufts of moist heat against her, making legs quiver, and her body flush involuntarily with arousal.

Bianca had never been a frail girl, but she had never considered herself strong. She had a slender body with a thin frame, cut from her mother's mold. Only when she held her daughter did she consider herself a strong as others thought her to be.

But what caught up in her was unexplainable, as her arms ached, her body burned, her heart raced, and in her need, Bianca was lost even to herself.

The rip of fabric was loud, and stretched arms jolted down like they were rubber banded to Maggie's body.

Fingers closed over delicate shoulders, and with a growl, Bianca pulled, until the smaller body splayed against her, the surprised face inches from her own.

She kissed her deeply, passionately, wasting no time sliding hands around soft skin, over shoulder blades and to the band of fabric against her lover's back. Snaps were nimbly pulled free, fabrics loosened, and Maggie's breasts were given only a passing victorious caress before Bianca pushed down further. Fingers grabbed hold of the open jeans, and shoved down, just enough to sink into the wetness she herself had inspired.

A hiss, hers or Maggie's, she couldn't tell, and then it was her turn to torment.

Lazy fingers drifted across naked skin, and Bianca, eyes closed, looking nearly comatose, only offered a small, meek mew, hand scratching delicately across the back of the woman splayed half on top of her.

Maggie grinned, pressing a kiss against salty skin, continuing her journey across Bianca's now bare chest. "What exactly was the inspiration for the lingerie?"

Eyes still closed, Bianca's brow lifted lazily, a mischievous smile painting across full lips.

Large, bright eyes opened, focused lovingly on her. "I noticed. Two, Maggie. You're two."

In response, Maggie let out a rather unsexy half snort, half giggle. "Why do you think me and Miranda get along so well?" Reaching forward, she found herself distracted by the reddened marks across the wrist of her lover.

"Our doorman took it upon himself to offer unsolicited advice one night," Bianca answered tiredly, following Maggie with a crook of her head when her girlfriend tangled fingers in her own, moving the arm across the chest.

Inspecting the welt carefully, Maggie hissed slightly. "Was that me?" Tenderly, she ran her thumb against the swollen flesh.

"That might have been me," Bianca answered, "When I broke it." Her lover was acting oddly unconcerned considering she was going to have to go to work and sit in a board meeting with rope burns marring the perfect skin. Maggie bit her lip, deciding not to mention the thought. At least for now.

"I can't believe you broke the rope," Maggie breathed unsteadily, lifting the limb gently to press a delicate kiss against the tender skin.

Bianca watched her, lethargic, content simply to watch, as Maggie breathed against her wrist, eyes closing reverently. "I had a lot of incentive to break the bonds, Maggie."

Mouth still pressed against the skin, Maggie's brow rose. "Are you going to turn this into some sort of weird ass metaphor on our relationship?" she mumbled around the skin. "Because if you're going to turn our foray into kinkiness into some sorta lame exercise in trust, and have it not be about me being the most bad ass dominatrix in France, I'm going to kick your ass."

Bianca's mouth curled into a genuine amused smile, but wasn't given a chance to respond, thanks to a sudden lump of black that barred onto the bed, landing firmly on her stomach, exploding into a flurry of yips.

Jerking up, Maggie found herself with a face full of licking puppy, squawking as she flopped back, struggling to contain the excited animal.

Paws against her chest, Noel gave her a happy lick, butt shaking wildly. Maggie sighed raggedly, holding him tightly and ignoring Bianca's annoyed scowl, sheets up against her chest like the dog was going to care they were naked.

Rolling her eyes, Maggie pressed a kiss against the fluffy fur, and pushed the dog toward the end of the bed. "I must have not have closed the pen right."

"You really are a brat about him, you know that?" Pushing the puppy to the floor, Maggie gave him an encouraging smile and opened her palm, gratified when the puppy immediately sat down on his rump, little stubby tail shaking happily. "See? He's trainable. Like you."

Placing her toothbrush carefully back in it’s place, Bianca Montgomery took a moment to stare at herself in the mirror. The angular face was glistening, squeaky clean from the nightly scrub, and there were a couple minor imperfections usually covered by make up, marring the otherwise nice looking skin. Her brows had always been a bit too thick for her liking, but she managed them as well as she could, and her ears had a tendency to stick out, an issue that, her mother pointed out, wasn’t helped by her nervous habit of pushing her bangs behind them.

All in all it was a pleasant face. A little odd looking, but striking enough for people to consider it beautiful, even with the too-wide jaw and too large eyes.

Bianca straightened, considering the woman before her. A mother, a lover. Flawed and imperfect, and somehow still capable.

Her heart was unusually raw, in the aftermath of the rattling last few weeks. In the midst of dropping everything to help her sister find love, she had nearly lost hers in the process.

Now, there was a precarious calm. It lingered in Bianca’s mind that Maggie had yet to say yes to her requests, both to adopt Miranda and commit to her, but oddly, it didn’t matter.

Rubbing at the soreness around her wrists, she considered the night she was about to have, snuggling into her lover, feeling the soft skin and breathing in the fragrance of her best friend, knowing that Maggie would be there in the morning, and many mornings to come…

Sighing raggedly at the sound of shuffles from the bedroom, she decided to stop dawdling. Straightening up, she smiled at the goofy smile on a gawky girl, too skinny and never pretty enough to live up to her name.

“Bianca?” Torn away from the image of herself, Bianca moved back toward the bedroom. Leaning into the doorframe, she crossed her arms, confused by the image of her girlfriend, currently on all fours, staring hard at the ground.

“What are you doing?” Not wanting to consider the idea that Maggie had decided to continue to be adventurous in her lovemaking, she was almost relieved when she got an odd frown in response.

“Don’t be mad at what?” Bianca asked, brow furrowing as she stepped barefooted into the room, toes sinking into the plush fabric.

On all fours, Maggie blew her bangs out of her face. “You know that gorgeous ring you probably paid a fortune for? I lost it.”

Bilinking, Bianca pressed her hand to her chest, trying to stop from having a mild heart attack at the thought her lover could have lost something so precious so quickly. “Maggie… what happened?”

“Well, you were in the bathroom, and I was playing with Noel, and I was distracted, and I started thinking about… you know, us… and how nice it was, and how perfect it was, and I know you said I didn’t have to do anything with it, but I really wanted to wear it, and by the time I snapped out of the daydreaming… it was gone. It was there a second ago!”

That was just a lot of information for this late at night. “Okay… I…” Bianca blinked. “You wanted to wear it?”

Bianca suddenly found herself rapidly losing interest in the missing ring. “Honey… you wanted to wear it?”

Maggie seemed utterly distraught, one hand in her hair, glancing beseechingly around the room. “I don’t know what happened – I didn’t touch it. When I shooed Noel from it-“

Sinking down on the floor, Bianca’s eyes began to sting with tears, concentrating on exactly what that meant. “You wanted to wear it? Like, forever?”

Maggie didn’t seem to hear her. Grabbing hold of Bianca’s shoulder, she was lost in a thought. “NOEL! Noel was near it – I bet he took the box!” She pushed up, scrambling to her knees, and before Bianca could stop her, was out the door.

Heart pounding, Bianca scrambled up after her, intent on catching her girlfriend before she could get too far away. With longer legs and the rush of exhilaration, she managed to close her fingers around Maggie’s wrists just before she reached the living room.

“Forget the ring for a minute!” Suddenly tender, one palm smoothed against the t-shirt, as another gently traced the line of Maggie’s cheek. At the amorous display, Maggie seemed started, until Bianca’s full lips broke into an almost silly grin. “You were going to put it on?”

Keening slightly into Bianca’s touch, Maggie’s mouth twitched. “Well… yeah.”

“Were you planning on taking it off?” Bianca asked, words a hoarse whisper. She felt like did when she went skiing, perched at the top of a particularly hard run, heart hammering with excitement, short of breath, nervous and scared and exhilarated all at once.

Maggie’s beautiful face held a crooked, almost uncertain smile that widened with Bianca’s rushed inhalation. “Well, you let me tie you up and have my way with you – I figured planting a ring on my finger was the least I could do.”

“Was that a yes?” Bianca asked quietly, too frightened to ruin the moment with loud words. “Maggie?”

A glance, a soft sigh, and suddenly lips were plundering her own, gentle tongue teasing into her mouth, a confidant whisper of affection.

Sliding hands possessively around Maggie’s waist, Bianca broke free with a breathless pant, forehead tilting against the shorter woman, eyes opening to look down at full lashes. “Yes? You’ll marry me.”

“Shut up,” she nearly growled, and pulled her closer, fingers grasping onto the brown hair at the nape of Maggie’s neck, pulling back just enough to cover her lips with her own.

The joy she felt in that instant was hard to explain, and it only ended when she began to unconsciously step back towards the bedroom. Raising her head, Maggie gave a naughty grin. “Ring, Bianca.”

Dropping her hands, Bianca’s eyes lifted to the ceiling, sighing raggedly, letting Maggie depart with a lingering hold on her wrist that finally broke when Maggie went calling for her dog.

Euphoric images of a lavish ceremony and lilies surrounding a great garden were broken when Maggie returned, padding barefoot on the wooden floor, obviously confused. “I don’t know where he is.” Shrugging, she tried again. “Noel!”

A small yip turned them both into the direction of Miranda’s room, and Bianca sighed, in too happy a mood to complain about hygiene and babies.

Besides, the scene she found, the dog and Miranda, on either side of the crib, like an inmate and a prisoner at some sort of naughty daycare, was cute.

“Noel!” Moving forward and kneeling down, Maggie seemed visibly relieved when she found the little box in Miranda’s chubby fists. “Augh. It’s wet. We have to stop Miranda’s habit of sticking everything in her mouth.”

Maggie only shook her head in relief, clicking open the case. Coming forward to take her awake daughter in her arms, Bianca busied herself with Miranda’s babble, until Maggie uttered a weak little, “Umm…”

Glancing down, she discovered her girlfriend a little pale. “What?” she asked, immediately concerned.

“Um… It’s not here. The inside is wet…” Bianca’s heart sunk immediately into her stomach.

Miranda immediately swiped the spit soaked digits over her cheek. Wincing, Bianca let her squirming daughter down. “Tell me you don’t think…”

Below them, both the puppy and little girl both gave them adorably innocent faces.

“Miranda…” Bianca began in as even a tone as she could muster. “Where’s the ring?”

“’Consome, Mama.” Miranda threw her arms around her puppy and squeezed hard.

“Okay, let’s stay calm,” Maggie answered, a high pitched breathy squeak. “We can handle this. We can handle it.”

“Stay calm?!” she managed to eek out, “Maggie, do you know what is happening?!”