-Chapter Seven-

-Kimberley's POV-

Every time I try and remove the wool scarf Cheryl narrows her eyes at me. I'm getting a hot flash and I can't seem to breathe - I've over worked myself.

"Break! FCKING BREAK!" Cheryl shouts at Beth and the rest of the dancers - running straight over to me. She nurses me to the empty bench available in the studio - everyone's eyes on us.

"Baby.. Baby breathe yeah? I'll get you some water" She whispers to me, I needed to get this scarf off me - I needed to get these clothes off me.

"Help her out!" Sarah shouts, the girls are coming over to me - removing the wool scarf without my permission, along with my baggy hoodie.

"What the fck are you doing?!" Cheryl hisses at them, running with the iced water - splashing it everywhere along the way.

"Kimberley you kinky git! Oh god! That thing is fcking huge!" Sarah cackles, the girls joining in - teasing me. I seemed to zone them out, I couldn't see or breathe - I needed everyone to step back. Cheryl feeds me the cold water; her hands are shaking as she desperately tries to soothe me. She's never seen me in this state before - neither have I.

"Would you lot fck off! Go away! Go!" Cheryl snarls at them.

"Cool it Chezza!" Sarah rolls her eyes and walks away, the girls following her close behind - giving Cheryl and I some privacy.

"You couldn't just call in sick for fck sake?!"

"Not now.. I.. I need a minute" I close my eyes, trying to control my breathing. My thumping heart beats frantically, my head is throbbing and I can't seem to get myself under control.

"Take her into the locker room Cheryl, there's an ice machine next to the first aid kit" I hear Beth instruct her. I soon feel her arms wrapping around me, helping me back to my weak feet - I was practically lying on her as she walked me into the abandoned locker room.

"Baby, sit here" She settles me down on the leather seat, rushing over to the ice machine and loading a bag full.

"Babe I'm fine.. See I'm fine" I smile weakly, looking at her through the slits of my eyes. I can feel the sweat slipping down my forehead - rolling down my neck. I'm left in my tight vest top and trackies - finally feeling the cool air kissing my sweaty skin.

"Raise your head up a bit" She's whispering her words and I know she's close to tears. Instead of questioning her, I listen to what she wants - allowing her to place the bag of ice along my collarbone and neck - finally cooling off.

"C'mere" I tug her hand, letting her take a seat on my lap.

"Don't ever do that to me again" Her voice is barely audible, she hides her face in the crook of my neck - her arms wrapping around me tightly. I hold her, because I knew that's what she needed right now - to be held and loved. She needed to feel my kisses against her head, my arms stroking her back - my whispered love confessions. She needed me in this moment - and I was giving it to her.

"I'm sorry" I apologize, because it's my fault for allowing him to leave his mark - it's my fault for sleeping with him. It's all my fault.

"No baby.. It's not your fault. Look at us.. It's not your fault. I'm sorry I get a bit crazy sometimes" She sighs sadly. Her brown orbs bore into my soul and I'm instantly feeling better - she makes me feel whole. I lean in and kiss her pouty lips; I want to make her feel better. I want her to know that I love her and that I always will - even with these constrictions standing in our way.

-Author's POV-

"Why don't you come over today?" Cheryl pleads, Kimberley doesn't want to talk in this moment - she wants to kiss her. She wants to kiss those lips she's missed all night - the lips she couldn't kiss good morning. So that's exactly what she does, she kisses her and Cheryl allows her. She allows her to claim her, to take her, and own her.

"Please" She breathes; the kiss comes to a natural end - Kimberley can't look away from the Geordie. She can't look away from the natural beauty that glows so easily and so effortlessly from her Cheryl. She was hers, even with Ashley and Justin in the mix - she was still hers.

"Won't Ashley be home?" She asks; they speak in a low whisper. They've created a tranquil bubble - the outside world disappearing into silence.

"He's gone for football training.. He wont be back until Friday, right before tour"

"Yeah.. Yeah I'll come.. But right now, right now just kiss me" She kisses her, with so much urgency and tenderness - with so much love. Cheryl rests her hands against her girlfriends flushed cheeks - intensifying the kiss.

Nothing would amount to the love they've crafted; their love was unimaginable, unrealistic. It was something that could not be measured - it was an impossible type of love. It came with many limitations, and conditions - balancing it all out. Nothing came easy and their love was proof.

"We should probably get back" Cheryl speaks breathlessly, clammy foreheads connecting together - breathing uneven. They help each other off the leather seat, walking back out to the chaos. Dancers and friends working away - without them.

"Are you feeling any better?" Beth asks, she turns off the stereo - stopping everyone mid routine. A thought comes to mind and Kimberley finds herself giving Cheryl that look. The look only two lovers would ever understand - their eyes speaking to each other.

"No.. I don't feel so good" She moans, resting the palm of her hand to her forehead. Cheryl plays along, rubbing her girlfriends back pretending to assist her.

"Maybe you should call it for the night. We are here for another two hours, I don't want to push you"

"I'll go with her, she drove here. I was dropped off.. Come on bab- Kimba" She corrects herself, she was so used to calling her 'baby' it was only natural for it to slip. They say their hurried goodbyes and make a quick exit - needing to hold each other away from questioning eyes.

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"Mm I love when you kiss me there" Cheryl moans, her eyes clamp shut as Kimberley kisses between the valley of her breasts. She kisses her with adoration, they were never rough in bed - they took their time together.

Kimberley's hands roam her lovers body - like silk to the touch. Their hands always found each other - feathering together as Kimberley went further down Cheryl's body. Her tongue always came out, just the way Cheryl liked. She knew Cheryl loved a bit of tease, she loved the kisses, she loved the strokes - she always gave her everything Ashley never did.

"Mmm" She's exactly where she wants her. Right where her world would soon explode into fireworks and blackened sparks - taking her away with Kimberley. She would send her off into a world created and sculptured to perfection - it was their escape. This was their escape, the love making always brought them closer to each other.

"Yes baby" Cheryl breathes, her hips rock against her girlfriends face - grinding to her orgasm. She's not moving quickly, she's moving in a slow and sensual rhythm - her fingers still locked with Kimberley's.

"Yes.. Ohh.. Mmm" She hums through her orgasm. The climax shoots through her - her nails dig into the skin of her lover's delicate hands. She was never loud in bed, she was never aggressive - but with Kimberley everything was different. She was different.

Kimberley takes her time; she loved the taste of Cheryl - sweet and always so warm. Having sex with Cheryl wasn't anything compared to the rough and urgent hands Justin held - this was love making. She lets herself get lost in her girlfriend's taste - Justin slipping to a memory she used to know. She's the only thing that consumes her mind.

"Even your taste is perfect" Kimberley smiles, she licks and savors the taste of her girl. Cheryl holds her hands out - silently asking for a cuddle. She's hot and clammy - heaving in sweat. It doesn't bother Kimberley, she'd forever hold her - she'd freeze time just to hold her.

"Kiss me" Cherl murmurs tiredly, her eyes closing from the intense orgasm she had just experienced - taking all her energy away. They kiss in an affectionate pace - there was no rush. Their hands finding each other once again; locking and lacing together. Their naked limbs braid together as one, their soul coming together and connecting forever.

"Can you stay the night? Please.. I'm scared to sleep alone" She lies, and Kimberley knows she's lying. She doesn't argue - she agrees. They've crossed the line, they've walked past the line of secrecy - they didn't care anymore. Their love was bound together and they would fight what ever was coming their way. Kimberley didn't care what Justin thought; she'd fcked him last night - that should keep him going for another week or two.

"Really?" Cheryl asks in disbelief, she'd never thought Kimberley would agree. She was in disbelief - she was finally going to wakeup in her arms. Oh how much she's missed her morning glow, her morning kisses, her morning touches - her warmth. It always radiated into her soul, bringing her back to life.

"Really. Can we talk for a bit?" Kimberley loved their pillow talk. She loved hearing the Geordies voice until sleep casted their way - she loved every bit of her. She loved the sound she gave, the breaths she breathed, and she loved the way her eyes spoke with words. They sparkled and danced along with her sound - engrossing her completely.

"Are you excited for tour?" Cheryl asks, her voice is low and laced with exhaustion. She was forcing herself to stay awake - she wanted to stay awake because Kimberley wanted to talk.

"I'm excited to have you in my arms.. Morning and night. You know I love tour.. But I secretly love you more" They laugh. It was true, tour was their other escape - nobody seemed to bother them. Nobody questioned their extra friendly touches and nobody ever questioned why they slept in the same bunk. 'They miss Justin and Ashley' they all thought.

"Baby?" Cheryl whispers. Her fingers trace delicate shapes along Kimberley's exposed chest - unknowingly drawing little hearts.

"Hmm?"

"I want to leave.. After tour.. I want to leave with you" Kimberley gulps at her girlfriends words. She wants to leave. She wants to runaway - she wants to runaway with the love of her life.

"Baby.. We can't.. Our families.. Our career.. We just can't"

"But.. I don't care. We have enough money.. We do Kimba. I-I have enough money.. Our families won't mind. Please.. We can go and never look back. Anywhere.. We'll go anywhere you want" She's speaking fast. She's rushing her words - she needed Kimberley to agree. She pulls Cheryl atop of her - looking straight at her. She doesn't speak for sometime, she's so entranced into the beauty her girlfriend bared - her hand strokes Cheryl's cheek. She calms her with one touch, with one look - with one kiss.

"Why do you want to runaway? We've been doing this for years.. Why now? Why?" that questions been held back for days now. Why was it now that Cheryl wanted to escape - why now?

"B-Because.. Because I love you" She whimpers.

"So stay. Stay and fight with me. Don't runaway when things go to sh*t. Stand by me and fight" She knew that one day this would all blow over - everything would come out. She just knew that day would come and she didn't want to stand-alone.

"If you love me then stand and fight with me" Cheryl nods weakly, her tears flowing down her delicately flustered cheeks - agreeing to her girlfriend's worlds.

"I'll stay. I'll stay with you."