Old Friends Silver - Mad Maggie x fem!reader

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"Oh c'mon!" Walter said, passing me a bottle of whiskey, "We're celebrating your first week as a merc." I smiled and took the half-full bottle out of his grasp. I threw my head back and took a swig, the liquid sent a burning sensation all through my chest and I scrunched my face up. Maggie laughed and took the bottle out of my hands.

"This is how you do it." She commanded before she took a large gulp, her face didn't change. I raised my eyebrows in surprise. "Never doubt Maggie."

It was official, I had been a member of the Cracked Talons for a whole week. It doesn't seem like a lot, but it was a massive achievement. Mostly, I had been with Addy, helping anyone that came through the hospital/prison. I enjoyed working as a nurse, I really did. I didn't feel... exploited. I never felt people's eyes on me as they mentally undress me. It was a new feeling- a good feeling.

Maggie and I had been civil for the whole week as well! I never asked her about her virginity because I knew she would make fun of my curiosity. Besides, I didn't want to bungle everything up. We were... fine. We were friends. And that was enough for me... I think.

Mornings had slightly changed. Maggie stays in bed for longer. I woke up the morning after my first day and found that I wasn't the one clinging to her; she was clinging to me. Her chest was pressed up against my back, our legs had somehow interlocked, and she had her arm wrapped around me, the other tucked under my head. I really didn't know how we got like that, but neither of us moved. I just lay there, feeling her breath on the back of my neck. I was the one to end our little cuddle session due to my bladder feeling like it was about to burst.

We hadn't talked about that morning... or any of the mornings I woke up in her arms. There was nothing to talk about. It was nice... a nice little friendly thing. I shouldn't make it into something it isn't.

"So, how's it feel?" Walter asked, snapping me out of my trance.

"Its good... Beats sleeping with you." I joked; Maggie laughed as she took another swig. Walter demanded the bottle back and she reluctantly handed it over.

We were at the meeting place for the Cracked Talons, sat on the sandy floor on one side of the firepit. Walter was sat between Maggie and I, his legs stuck out in front of him, he had demanded that I come out here tonight, to celebrate.

"You picked a daft time to come out here." Maggie commented, "Prowlers."

"We're fine." Walter insisted. "We've done this, what? 100 times." He mockingly said, she shoved him which caused him to knock into my shoulder.

"Hey!" I said, scooching away from them. Maggie rolled her eyes, but I saw a faint smile creep onto her face.

"Did you ever think you'd be a bloody war nurse?" Maggie asked.

"War nurse? Is that my official title?" I said, leaning backwards.

"Sure is. Warlord... war... something else." Walter butted in, I laughed.

"Warlord." I smiled, "Bit extreme"

"That's Mags future title." He said as he took a swig from the bottle. My head spun in her direction.

"Really?" I asked, she gave me a confused look.

"'course." She shrugged, "Best title for the best warrior." She grinned. This time, Walter shoved her.

"Best warrior my arse!" He said, I watched them go back and forth for a few minutes before his phone started to ring. His ringtone was a stupid jingle from a Christmas advert, which was weird considering it was the end of summer. He stood up, dusted the sand off his legs and walked around the back of the trailer. I tried to listen to his conversation, but he started to walk further away, I gave Maggie a weird look.