Broadening Your Horizons

It was several days later before the outside world came knocking. Between you and Tea, once the papers were organized, progress had been made towards your idea. Thoughts of Klara, Mr. Edgar, Vought, none had managed to infiltrate your mind as you poured over the vials and bubbling beakers.

All of that came to a close by the rhythmic knocking at your door.

The idle curiosity gnawed at your brain long enough for you to cross the room and open it, revealing your surprise visitor to be Maeve, in less than perfect condition, the smell of alcohol wafting off her.

"Hey, can we talk?" She grumbled, not waiting as she pushed passed you into your room, only to spot the various pieces of equipment in the back of the room, along with a diligently working Tea Boulet, who let out giggles every few minutes as she bounced on her feet. "Let's just go to my room, I don't want to do this in front of your new floozy."

Rather than risk a fight, you nodded, following Queen Maeve out of the room and down several halls.

"You want to give me a clue what this is about, or should I just read your mind?" You inquired as Maeve ignored you, a common occurrence.

Seeing she wasn't going to engage with you until she was back at her room, you followed in silence for several minutes, during which time Maeve seemed to sober up a bit.

It felt eerie how quiet it was in the halls, the sounds of your footsteps echoing down the hall

Finally, you arrived as Maeve waved you into the room. It was spartan in appearance, almost sterile how... unlived in it felt. No pictures of her, her family, not even a pet. Art deco on the walls, little 'things' on a cutout glass grid, marble counter tops, fancy, modern, very cold and unalive. You couldn't help but wonder if Maeve had any say-so about her room, or if it was all Vought.

Any further thoughts were interrupted by a small noise behind you, well really, it was a few different noises. One was the door clicking shut, the next was the sounds of metal on skin as Maeve slid her bracers off, setting them on a table by the door much like someone dropping their keys.

She was leaning back against the door, one leg raised to show off her incredibly toned calf and thigh. "So, I've been thinking... I want you to fuck me."

Your brain came to a resounded crash, well that wasn't quite true, your mind went into overdrive. Was this really Maeve, were you going to accept just for a bunch of people to march into the room like it was a porn set, just how drunk was Maeve? All these and a million more thoughts filled your head.

"What?" Was your succinct answer.

"Well, "Maeve approached you with the grace of a stalking lioness, hips swinging, eyes lidded, tongue slowly wetting her lips, "I'm a bit jealous. Stormfront was always running late to meetings and acted like she was high on life half the time. You fucked the bitchiness right out of her, so... do that for me."

You knew she was lying; Klara was always punctual with the Seven, and she still had quite a bit of bitchiness in her, it's one of the things you liked about her, and Maeve definitely didn't talk like that normally, unless she was a switch in the bedroom.

"What about Elena?" Once again, none of your thoughts made it to your lips.

"We had a fight. She hates me, because I won't stand up to Homelander. So fucking stupid, just fuck h- fuck-h fuck me." Maeve spat out, dropping to her knees as she tried to undo your pants, but her hands were shaking too much. So, she just gave up and ripped them in half, leaving you with a prominent fear boner.

"Finally!" Maeve reached for your cock, only to have you step back out of her reach, not that you had far to go, your legs almost immediately bumped into her bed.

"I'm not sure this is a good idea, maybe I should come back at a better time." You offered, your every nerve telling you to cut and run.

"No! There's not going to be a better time, just let me suck you a bit to get it wet, and then you can fuck me. Look you're already hard, I'm drunk, let's just do it." Maeve insisted, crossing the small gap quicker than a drunk woman on her knees in heels had any right to, your bare ass hitting the sheets as she pulled herself up to chest level with you.

"And that's ost of my issues with this. Here just let me." You reached out, aiming to stroke her arm.

"No!" Mavee tried to stop you, but she was too slow as she felt the haze of alcohol dissipate. Her lidded eyes turned into an annoyed glare as she stood up, crossing the small room to a mini fridge as she bent down, pulling out a large bottle of colorful liquid. You were too distracted by her ass in your face to read the label.

"Fuck you, Nick! You've struck your dick in every other woman around here, Stormfront, Stillwell, probably several of the interns, that catering lady from the Christmas party, I know you wanted to tap Starlight's ass, but God forbid you stick it in me if I'm not fully aware of the fact!" She shouted, turning the bottle up as half of it vanished in a single gulp. "Now I'm going to 69 with you, so I don't have to look at your face, and maybe if you can last until I get my buzz back, then you can flip me over and do whatever." Maeve spat with as much vitriol as you'd ever heard.

"You forgot to mention Popclaw." You muttered as Maeve paused, looking at you with no small confusion, no alcohol needed.

"Well, sorry that I forgot one of the bitches you fucked around here. Anyone else you want to brag about bagging?" Maeve turned the bottle up, taking the last of it like a shot.

"Popclaw wasn't some girl I bagged, I'll assume you're already buzzed again. She was A-Train's girlfriend, side piece, honestly not sure what they were." You started, Maeve already warming up for what would no doubt be a string of heated insults.

"She got absolutely blitzed after the race, where A-Train talked about not having anyone. I stopped by to check up on her, enough alcohol and V to kill an ox, but to a Supe, she was just hammered, bad enough that she split my skull open, shattered a desk with my head, and apparently went and told some people about Compound V, so she had to die. Course Homelander being Homelander, had to make sure A-Train wasn't involved." You confessed, feeling heat prickling at the corners of your eyes.

"So yeah, I don't know what's going on with you, if this is revenge against Elena, or you're in some self-destructive spiral, I don't care. If you being so plastered that you don't want to know what's going on, or have to remember me tomorrow, I don't care. I'm not doing this, I wouldn't do it for Strom, I wouldn't do it for a chance at Star, and I'm not going to do it for you." You said, trying to get up, only for Maeve to grab your wrist, pulling you back into the bed.

"Detox me then, Nick. God, you turned out to be such a sensitive type, how does Stormfront put up with you?" Maeve said, rolling over to pin you under her.

"You probably figured out I don't really want to talk. I need a favor, so I'm going to offer you the one-time chance to fuck me. I need to cover from Homelander, threaten him, turn him into a frog, I don't care, I just don't want to keep looking over my shoulder worried he's going to snap. In exchange, you can do whatever you want with me, no kissing though, I still find you disgusting." Maeve offered, slowly grinding on your cock, but not letting it into her warm wetness.

"If that's all you want, we don't have to do this-"

"Hey Nick, shut up. Honestly, I really want to do this, mainly so I can tell you how much better you are than Homelander and you'll actually believe it. So, we're both doing things we really would've done without all the bullshit." Maeve pointed out.