[Fanfic] Glorious

[shuufleur93]

Title: Glorious
Fandom: Younger
Word Count: 600
Type: OS
Rating: Mature
Relationships: Maggie Amato/Diana Trout
Additional Tags: Mild Sexual Content, First Time, Epiphanies
Summary: Diana has never been interested in women before. Until Maggie.
Notes: Written for No True Pair 2026 Four-character mini-challenge: March 31 - 3 & 4 Glory. Also fills the prompt Lust of my 100 Ships Challenge table. I kinda wrote this fic as a follow up to this fic Unexpected Outcome, but it's not necessary to read it.
AO3 Link: Glorious

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Diana stares at the ceiling, still a little hungover by the orgasm’s aftermath, the same thought repeating over and over in her mind: Wow.

Unrelentless, Maggie’s fingers slide across her stomach, soft as a feather and hot as fire. They trace her navel, climb her ribs and up, and up until they brush her skin just below her breasts. Diana’s hand trembles slightly as Maggie now uses her lips to leave trails of kisses on her shoulder, neck, and lower jaw, all the way to her ear.

“I think—I think I need to,” Diana trails off when Maggie decides to bite her earlobe gently.

“To?” Maggie asks, her husky voice and soft breath brushing Diana’s skin, making her hair stand on end.

“Bathroom,” Diana utters, sitting up a little quickly. “I need to go to the bathroom.”

She stands and remembers suddenly she’s naked. She quickly takes her dress that lays crumpled at the feet of the bed and wraps it around herself. She knows she’s a bit ridiculous. Maggie has seen her naked. She even touched her and tasted her, made her swear, and shout, and sigh. Tingling shoots up in her body and her toes curl at the memories.

“Don’t be too long,” Maggie replies, stretching on her back, her body on full display.

“I won’t,” Diana says as she goes to the bathroom with a walk that may be just a touch slower than a light jog. She closes the door, lays her head against the door and breathes deeply, not feeling like herself. It’s as if somebody else has taken control of Diana Trout. Never before has she considered even looking at a woman with this kind of interest. And yet, here she is, in Maggie’s apartment, in Maggie’s bed.

Diana lets out a breath and turns around to look at herself in the mirror. She looks like a mess. Her hair is everywhere, her makeup smudged. She lost one of her big earrings sometime before. She opens her dress; her eyes follow the hickeys and bite traces all over her body, making her heart beat like she has run a marathon. A very sexy and orgasmic marathon, but a marathon, nonetheless. She puts her hand on her chest and waits for her heart to calm down. Then, she lets the dress drop on the ground and glances at herself, a real one, and sees the spark of something in her eyes that she has never seen before. She splashes some water on her face and tries to remove some of the worst of the makeup, then turns around to open the door. Hesitates. Goes for it again and leans against the door jamb as sexy as possible.

Maggie is looking at her, releasing the smoke from her cigarette, half sat up against the bed frame, the sheet barely hiding her calf. Under her unwavering gaze, Diana almost wants to hide herself again. Maggie takes another [drag] from her cigarette, then leans over to get out of bed. She slowly walks towards Diana, never letting her eyes veer away from her, her gaze feeling like a warm blanket.

Maggie stops just in front of her and bits her lower lip, her eyes roaming over Diana’s body. Diana lets out a shuddering sigh and steps forward as if being drawn by an invisible force.

“Glorious,” Maggie says just before she pounces on Diana in a searing kiss. Diana melts against her as Maggie takes control of the kiss, never letting up. Diana melts into Maggie’s hands as she guides her back towards the bed.

Glorious, indeed.