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Chapter 101... Enjoy!

-Author's POV-

Cheryl arouses that morning, wife nowhere to be found and a daughter sinning behind closed doors. She was upset to say the least, her mood had gone to sh*t. She really hoped that the morning of her tenth year of love would begin with a bang.. Literally.

She sighs, making her coffee and sitting on a barstool. In a complete mood.

I don't understand why Madison feels the need to constantly go over that idiot's house. She grumpily thinks, unintentionally pouting. Cheryl has to constantly remind herself that Madison will always put her first; at least that's what she was told.

Her mind was in a haze, shooting from memory to memory.

~~~~

Thunder strikes, and Miss Cole couldn't help but let out a girly squeal.

"Really?" Kimberley raises an eyebrow, returning to the pop-star with two steaming brews.

"What?" Cheryl clears her throat, thankful the rain was loud enough to overshadow her frantic heartbeat.

"I didn't take you for a squealer, and for a tough girl like yourself to be terrified of a little lightening—"

"I don't know what you're talking about. Are you just going to keep chatting shite or are you going to give us me cuppa?"

"You should be a little grateful." Kimberley rolls her eyes, sitting down and pushing over Cheryl's cup. "I'm not against kicking you back out in that rain—"

"I did come and apologize."

"And?"

"And.. I apologized." The Geordie shrugs.

"You're so arrogant. Did you know that?" Kimberley rolls her eyes, finding herself to do this plenty through the night.

"I have plenty of reasons to be arrogant. Me success can speak for it's self—"

Kimberley begins to gag, loudly.

"Are you choking?" Cheryl frowns, an odd expression to her face.

"No I'm just about to throw up – who even says that about themselves?" The blonde howls out in laughter. "Oh my god, that's class coming from a pop-star. Are all your friends like that? Just sit around and chat themselves up?" She giggles into her cup, finding this all too humorous.

"Is that what you really think of us?"

"Can you blame me?"

"Yes I can." Cheryl, stubborn. "You don't know us—"

"You've proven yourself more than once. I'll start with your ridiculous cupcake order – by the way, did you end up finding some desperate fool, ready to kiss pop-star Cheryl's arse?" Kimberley laughs.

"If I knew you were just going to make fun of us then I wouldn't have comeback—"

"So you admit," Kimberley interrupts. "You were never genuine with that apology."

"I didn't say that."

"Come on Cheryl, you know you don't give a sh*t about us little people. Don't you have a red carpet premier or something tonight?" Kimberley rolls her eyes, the candles flicker, enhancing her beauty that much more.

"Are you this rude to everyone—"

"Nope." The blonde pops her word. "Just rude pop-stars if I'm being honest."

Cheryl puts her cuppa down, "I best leave."

"You sure? You might shite your pants if another lightening strikes." And just as those words left Kimberley's lips, a bolting flash of lightening strikes loudly.

"AH!" Cheryl screams, grasping a hold of the blonde's hand. Their eyes meet in the dim light, unable to look anywhere else.

Cheryl's phone blares loudly, tearing them out of their hazy moment.

"Sorry that's me boyfriend."

~~~~~~

Kimberley bites her lower lip, settling back against her work counter as she types up a cheeky text to her wife.

Kimberley: What's for dinner?

She giggles to her own text.

Wifey👸🏽💞: Shite. I'm going out with me friends tonight.

She knew the Geordie was upset, but she also knew damn well that woman didn't have any friends.

She smiles, typing out another text.

Kimberley: Ah bummer. Alright, enjoy your girlie time baby. Xxxxxx

She sets her phone down; needing to prepare everything for tonight, she desperately hoped it would rain. Pour. Just like their first time spent together.

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Madison settles beside Rita, still remaining in her bra and underwear, where as Rita is bare all. They cuddle closely on the sofa, both silent, unsure what to say. It was a touch-feel type pleasure for them, no orgasm. Just kissing, and feeling the skin of each other.

"How do you feel?" Rita asks, trailing her fingers along Madison's bare tummy.

"Erm.. I don't know, I'm kinda wet?" She pouts, an adorable frown drawing along her forehead.

"Makes two of us." The blonde giggles, staring into Madison's beautiful green eyes.

"This is kinda weird, don't you think?" The teen wonders aloud, "I mean, well, it's not right?"

"I guess.. But.. I don't know why I have this.. Gravitating attraction towards you." She shrugs, "I felt it the minute I met you, and I know it's wrong, I know this isn't right.. but, I just had to kiss you." She seals her words against the teens lips, Madison's eyes remain opened, still completely unsure how to react to all of this.

"Ah.." The teen clears her throat as they pull apart, "I guess not that many people could say they've fooled around with Rita Ora." They share a laugh; glad they were making light of the complicated mess they were in.

"Guess so, Madam." They giggle further.

"Or I should probably say Rita Oral – okay that was bad." Madison giggles, trying hard to impress the older woman, and she wasn't sure why. She was always so confident, had all her screws tight and fit. But they suddenly came all undone, and she didn't know how to act herself.

"We should probably get washed up before Jamie gets home." Rita climbs off the teen, Madison is quick to catch her hand.

"Rita." She begins, "What.. What about Dad, he's going to be completely devastated if he finds out what we just did—"

"Why would he even find out?" Rita laughs lightly.

"Erm.. You never know what could happen, this is the only time we're ever doing this. Okay?" Madison's eyes plead.

"Well, alright. I best go take a shower.. Do you want to at least join that bit with me? You know, before we.. Stop all of this?" She winks.

"Rita I'm being serious—"

"You're young Madison," Rita sighs, helping the teen stand to her feet. "You should want to explore and enjoy life wildly—"

"You're my bloody fathers girlfriend – what don't you get?!" the teen grits, "You're cheating on him!"

"What makes you think you're any better?" Rita's eyes skim the teens near naked body; "You're in your underwear for me—"

"That's only because—"

"Because what?" Rita throws her hands up, "You wanted it just as much! Don't bullsh*t me."

Madison gulps, "I let you get the better of me. I think.. I think I'll just go home." The teen goes to collect her clothes, but Rita stops her.

"Maddy, please, babe." She holds her hands gently, pulling her slowly into her. "I'll be better."

"Not when you've got your damn bra off! Could you possibly put your clothes back on." Madison turns her face, unable to take in Rita's tits much longer.

"Fine." Rita huffs, letting Madison's hands go and covers up her modesty, along with the teen. They dress in silence, Madison unable to meet the older woman's brown eyes.

"I could have taught you to be a woman." Rita breaks the silence, both finally dressed. "I could have taught you how to be a confident woman."

"I don't need to be taught anything, damn it!" Madison shoots back, "I don't need to be told to grow up. So what? You were going to fcuk me and then teach me what fcuking is supposed to make you?!" She laughs, "You're something else! You do realize I still practically need my Mam and Mum to kiss me goodnight, otherwise I'll have bad dreams?" She throws her hands up, "You do realize that most nights I need to be read to sleep? I'M STILL A FCUKING CHILD RITA!" She shouts, temper shooting through her.

"I think you just want to be loved and your parents are the only ones giving you that love! You haven't experienced it from someone else—"

"Oh? And you think you're going to love me?" Madison laughs, "You're a joke."

Rita takes a step closer to the teen, "I'm not a joke, you just need to admit it that you liked it. You liked it when I kissed you and touched you. You were fcuking wet for me. You wanted my mouth on your fcuking clit, you were dying for me to stick my tongue inside of you—"

"Don't flatter yourself." Madison rolls her eyes.

"You sure?" Rita smirks, edging closer.

"Could you possibly stand your fcuking ground?"

"Why don't we move this upstairs?"

"Why don't you just move out of my way so I can go home—"

"I'll make you feel so good baby," She takes another step, "Just say the word."

Madison breathes, "Can you stop?"

Rita shrugs, again, and again, earning her a smirk from the teen.

"That's not cute."

"Made you smile."

"How could a woman of your age be so desperate to be touched by someone that's nine years younger than you? Doesn't my dad fcuk you enough?" Madison rolls her eyes.

"You ruined that for me. I can't stop thinking about you – all the damn time. You're the only thing on my mind."

Madison gulps, "What is it you want exactly?"

"You." Rita breathes.

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Cheryl potters around the house, cleaning and dusting. Doing everything one is not supposed to do on their anniversary; she was upset, releasing a few tears in the process of washing the dishes that late morning. It was nearing noon, and yet, here she was, cleaning on her damn anniversary.

B*tch. She'd thought. How could she fcuking forget?

Her mind begins to wander, the memories flooding her once more.

~~~~~~

Kimberley wipes down the counter of her shop, setting fresh red velvet cupcakes on display. The door chimes, getting the blonde to shift her attention away from her heavenly desserts

"Well, well, well." Kimberley closes her glass display, standing behind the register. "What has brought you in? It's not raining out, so I can't think of a possible reason for you to be forced in here—"

"Will you shut up?" Cheryl speaks seriously, soon smirking.

"I thought I had to slap you for a second," Kimberley puts her hand to her heart. "Thank god."

They share a smile, soon laughing together.

"I know I'm a b*tch," Cheryl begins; Kimberley is quick to stop her from continuing.

"What?" The Geordie frowns, "I'm actually being sincere—"

"Yeah.. But maybe you shouldn't talk about it so publicly." Kimberley's blue-greys waver to the crowd grouping behind the pop-star.

It was then, in that moment, Cheryl knew she would grow a strong friendship with the blonde. The trust was built instantly and the gentle smile exchanged between the two could light up an entire room.

~~~~~

Rita pushes the teen up against the glass shower, kissing her furiously. Tongue and hands desperate to touch the silk skin, and most of all, the moist mouth reminding her of heaven and hell.

Every convincing the teen to strip, Rita was finally able to indulge Madison's body.

"Fcuk." Madison pants, tilting her head back, giving the older woman the freedom to kiss along her neck. "Oh." She moans, never before feeling such euphoria. She was in utter bliss.

"Told you you'd like it—"

"Shut up and kiss me."

~~~~~~

Cheryl settles on the sofa, after a long day of cleaning, cleaning, oh and yes, cleaning. She finally had a moment to just be, with her phone in hand,  killing herself further by scrolling through her camera roll.

Every picture brought a smile to her face.

Her wife.

Her daughter.

Her world.

She sighs, but soon the iPhone gets her attention, with an incoming call.

Wifey👸🏼💞

She rolls her eyes, clears her throat and sits up.

"Yes?"

"Hey you." Kimberley smiles from the other end.

"What?"

"Babe," The blonde begins. "I got a flat tire, can you please come to the bakery and pick me up—"

"Take a bloody taxi—"

"What's with the attitude?"

Cheryl rolls her eyes; "I'm not really feeling you today—"

"Is somebody in a mood for no reason?" Kimberley giggles, "Do I need to tickle you?"

It annoyed her, how could the love of her life just forget the most important day of their lives?

"Like I said, call a taxi—"

"But baby—"

"What?" Cheryl huffs, the irritation building up further.

"Can you please just pick me up from the bakery? Maybe we can grab a late lunch or something?"

"Not hungry—"

"Damn it Cheryl!" Kimberley snaps. "Pick me up!" She ends the call, knowing the Geordie would just give in and do as she's told.

~~~~~

"I don't know what you're talking about," Rita looks back at the teen, "You've got great tits—"

"There are no tits for them to be considered great." Madison rolls her eyes, clipping her bra on. "You're the one with the great tits." She giggles, cutely.

Rita tosses the wet towel into a laundry basket, walking over to Madison. "Do you need help with that?" She asks, perving over the teen's body.

"What?" Madison pulls a face, "Putting my bloody shorts on? What am I incapable of slipping on a pair of shorts?"

"Did anyone ever tell you that you argue about everything? I'm literally flirting with you here and you've got something to say—"

"Your flirting game needs a little work – you need to be updated with the younger crowds flirting." Madison giggles, climbing into her bed.

"Oh?" Rita joins her, sitting beside her. They lean back against the headboard, sitting side-by-side, chatting nonsense. "And what do you know about flirting? Miss I've Never Kissed Anyone." She raises an eyebrow.

"Well, I've watched plenty of films."

Rita bursts into laughter. "Ah," She laughs. "You just get fcuking cuter and cuter don't you?"

Madison rolls her eyes, "Whatever." She huffs, "Are you planning on feeding me today or what?"

"I thought I fed you plenty." Rita gives her a teasing wink.

"Was that you flirting again?"

"Yes."

They giggle, "Okay now go flirt your way down to the kitchen and cook me something – go on – shoo." The teen pushes her off the bed, "Go on."

"Rude."

"And don't you forget it."

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Cheryl stomps her way out of her car, moodily walking over to her wifes Range Rover, finding no wheel to be torn.

"What's she fcuking playin' at?!" She hisses, pounding her fist against the bakeries back door, when she doesn't get an answer, she lets herself right in. Her scowl soon turns into confusion. A note hangs in the middle of the baking room, Cheryl being Cheryl can never refrain herself from being nosy.

'Hi =)

I bet you hate me right now,
But I promise you wont hate me for long.
There's a shirt I've placed on the baking counter.
Please put it on, and I want you in nothing but lacy underwear underneath.
I love you,
Always yours,
Kimberley. xx'

She was confused to say the least, but she plays along to her wife's game. She spots the plaid shirt, folded and placed atop of the counter, with a set of lacy underwear beside it.

"Kimberley!" Cheryl calls out, "What're you playing at—"

"Just do as you're told!" Kimberley stands behind the door, biting her lower lip.

"You better have a good explanation for this!" The Geordie huffs, her heartbeat frantically pounds against her chest as she undresses and puts on the set of underwear, and buttons the plaid shirt half way.

"Okay!" She calls out once more, "Now what?"

"Come in." Kimberley opens the door and steps aside, hoping everything looked perfect.

"I'm bare foot I'll... have... you... know... Kimba," Cheryl's breath is completely taken away, the bakery is empty, all but a single table placed in the middle, candles and flowers shower the entire set. Completely leaving her a loss for words. "What's this?"

"Happy Anniversary." Kimberley giggles, grasping her wife and tugging her into a hug. "Happy tenth, baby." She giggles again, tears watering from the immense love swelling in her chest. She gently takes a hold of Cheryl's chin, bringing their lips together and kissing her ever so tenderly. "Happy tenth, baby." She repeats, intensifying the kiss in passion. The blondes hands can't help but wander down to the perky bum her wife worked on so extremely, she gives it a rough squeeze, her tongue taking over as it always does.

Cheryl comes back to reality, tearing her lips away and giving her wife's chest smack. "You b*tch!" She pants, "You made us fcuking sit at home thinking you don't love us anymore! You had us thinking that I had to call me lawyer!"

Kimberley laughs, "Why're you always so dramatic? When have I ever forgotten the most important day for us?"

The Geordie shrugs, "You've been occupied with Maddo, and I don't really care to be honest. I want you to be attentive with our daughter.. Just.. Today.. Today is, ours." She blushes cutely.

"Well," Kimberley smiles, "You're here. I'm here. And we have the entire day to ourselves." They share a loving smile.

"Why did you have us wearing this?"

"Because," The blonde pouts, "You were wearing plaid the first time you ever came waltzing in here bossing me around from the start."

They laugh.

"You gonna show us what you've got setup for us over there?" Cheryl nods her head, still completely astonished with this beautiful setup.

"Only if you play nice—"

"When am I ever mean—"

"Sometimes – ok don't hit me." Kimberley laughs, "Come on." She tugs her wife's hand, helping her take a seat. "But, I'll be honest now babe." She smirks, "You wont be sitting in this seat for long—"

"Why?" Cheryl pouts, confused.

"I wont be able to keep my hands to myself you see," Kimberley devilishly smirks, taking the seat across from Cheryl. "I'll need you to sit on my lap—"

"If you're good.. And after you feed us – I'm so bloody hungry."

Kimberley laughs, "I've ordered your favorite, so keep your wig on."

Cheryl smiles, looking around the place; it brought back so many memories. This bakery was the key to the start of their forever.

"What're you thinking about?" Kimberley asks, pouring them each a glass of chilled wine.

"Just how.. How crazy our life has been, from the start and even now.. It seemed to be a never-ending roller-coaster, and I say that in a good way." She smiles, accepting the glass. "Don't you agree?"

Kimberley relaxes, placing her elbow on the back of her seat as she drinks her wife in, her eyes unable to contain themselves from wandering to the exposed chest. God did she love Cheryl in black lace.

"I agree." She sips her wine, "We've got it good now, not that we didn't have it good.. But now, now it's just." She sighs, "Good."

Cheryl giggles, nodding. "I agree as well."

"Why don't you come over here already?" Kimberley bites her lower lip, patting her lap.

"Fine." The Geordie jokingly pretends to be annoyed, getting off her seat, and taking her glass of wine along the way as she takes her seat once again, this time on her wife's lap.

"That's better." Kimberley shuffles until they're both comfortable. "I like this." She smirks, leaning in to kiss her wife's necklace, placing a few more kisses on the Geordies pulsing neck.

Cheryl giggles, "Tank you." She says cutely, "You're the one that got it for us—"

"You know if we weren't married, I'd probably ask you to marry me right now. God, how is it that I'm still obsessed with you—"

"I mean," Cheryl flips her hair. "How could you not."

Kimberley laughs, "Cheeky."

"Even though I look like pure shite right now." She pouts, jokingly crying.

"Wash your mouth!" Kimberley gives her a playful slap to the thigh. "That's not true—"

"I've been cleaning all day, I don't even have makeup on let alone me fcuking hair brushed."

Kimberley giggles, "You look pretty sexy to me – you know I'm into the bed hair."

Cheryl rolls her eyes, "You're just saying that because you don't want to be in sh*t for making us clean all day."

"Rude. That's not true."

"I made it true."

"Of course you did." Kimberley rolls her eyes, "Oh!" She remembers, "I forgot he best bit of this—"

"Well go on then."

The blonde reaches around her wife, grabs the remote and presses play. Instantly, the sound of pouring rain overtakes the entire scene, with calm thundering in the background.

This gets the Geordie to cry.

"Why're you crying—"

"Why're you so perfect?" She sniffs, setting her wine glass down and wrapping her arms around Kimberley, kissing her deeply. "I love you." She murmurs, "I fcuking love you." She repeats, all of her emotions pouring in this single kiss.

"Who knew a bit of storm could create everlasting rainbows." Kimberley whispers, resting her hands against Cheryl's cheeks, taking in the magic lying in her wife's brown eyes.

"I'm glad I was a b*tch." They share a laugh, "Because if I didn't come in here that one day—"

"Then we would have never been."

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Rita and Madison settle on the sofa, a film quietly playing, empty plates set carelessly on the coffee table, and content streams coursing through them. They weren't worried about the world in this very moment; their company was a million fireworks going off all at once.

It was unusual, Madison had thought. She was giggling and smiling like never before, talking about everything and nothing. She really did enjoy Rita.. All of her.

"You know what we should do?" Rita snaps her finger.

"Better not be a stupid idea—"

"Don't be rude."

"It's a stupid idea isn't it..." Madison raises her eyebrow, quickly shuffling away as the older woman gets ready to tickle her. "I SAID NO TICKLING I WILL WEE ALL OVER YOU!"

"God," Rita giggles. "I knew you were younger than me.. But, if I'm being honest, baby, I will not be changing diapers."

Madison rolls her eyes, "Get on with your idea."

"Right!" The blonde giggles, "What do you say we do a duet together?"

Madison remains quiet.

"What? You don't like the idea?"

"I just don't really care for it anymore." The teen shrugs.

"But why? Babe, you're amazing. I watched you throughout x-factor—"

"Can we just not talk about it?"

"No." Rita frowns, "Talk to me." She pulls Madison in closer to her, holding her hands tightly. "Talk to me." She repeats, softly.

"If I was good then I would have won." Madison opens up, never has she ever told anyone how she truly felt about her x-factor elimination. She was embarrassed, of course.

"Babe—"

"No, don't tell me that everyone has to lose before you finally get that chance to win," She tears up. "I was fcuking good okay! I was supposed to win – I was supposed to win the entire time. But I messed up," She hiccups, referring to her forgotten lyrics during the sing off. "I was always the one that was supposed to win."

Rita remains silent, pulling the teen in for a hug. She waits for Madison's tears to settle, to ease away with just this single cuddle.

"Yeah," The blonde clears her throat, stroking Madison's back gently. "I agree with you there, but, why should that stop you?" She looks down at the younger girl, taking in her broken state. "Why shouldn't that motivate you to prove everyone wrong?"

"I..I don't care for it anymore." Madison breathes, relaxing into the blondes cuddle. "I just don't care to."

Rita decides to change the subject, another time, another day, this subject will be brought back up again.

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"This is perfect," Cheryl sighs, sitting back in her own seat now. They had an overflow of food, ordering the entire leaflet from the Geordies favorite Chinese takeaway. Everything was better than she could have ever imagined, and with Kimberley sitting across from her, a bright smile to her lips was the cherry on the cake to it all.

"I'm glad I could, satisfy you." Kimberley licks her lips, winking at the sexy Geordie.

"Now I know you didn't put us in this," She points to the lacy underwear, "Without wanting something in return."

"Well, you see," Kimberley smirks, "I was kinda hoping you would come over here and sit on my face."

"A bit straightforward, so unlike you Mrs. Tweedy-Walsh."

They share a look, soon bursting into laughter.

"Come here." Kimberley beckons her over.

"Why should I—"

"Because you'll get something in return—"

"Like what—"

"An orgasm."

"Hm," Cheryl taps her chin. "You've got an intriguing offer there."

Kimberley tuts, "Would you just get over here."

"We're going to contaminate your bakery—"

"Good."

Cheryl bites her lower lip, walking back over to the hungry blonde. She straddles her wife's thighs, arms draping around Kimberley's shoulders, both silent for a moment as they take in each other's desires.

"I'm addicted to your skin," Kimberley breathes, running her hands up and down the Geordie's thighs.

"I know." Cheryl smirks, leaning in closer and sealing their lips together once more. The kiss soon turns into hungry passion, rough, and quick. Kimberley was desperate to feel her wife, she stands them up, hoisting her wife, but making sure to keep their lips sealed.

"Not on the damn floor!" Cheryl squeals, having no control over what was happening. She allows Kimberley to push her down to the wooden floor, seeing no point in complaining anymore.

When Kimberley was hungry. She was hungry.

"Ah." She arches her back, giggling as Kimberley tears her plaid shirt opened, revealing the perky mounds covered in black lace. "I was hoping I could keep this shirt."

"I'll buy you another one," Kimberley speaks as she kisses along the geordie's neck. "I'll buy it in every color, just shut up and let me fcuk you. God, you're so fcuking edible." She kisses further down, giving the perky tits most of her attention. She reaches back, pops the clasp and tosses the bra to the side, carelessly.

"I love that." Cheryl moans her words, biting her lower lip. Kimberley nibbles the erect nipples, sucking the tasteful buds. "Ahh."

"You're fcuking perfect," Kimberley sighs, taking a hold of either breast, now kissing down her wife's body. She wanted to touch every inch, every corner, every single part that has never been touched by anyone but Kimberley.

"I'm so fcuking wet for you, baby." Cheryl's hips rise off the wooden ground, getting the blonde to remove the lace covering the ringing clit.

"You ready?"

"What are we, racing?" Cheryl giggles, but still, her voice remains in lust.

"Yeah, we're racing to see how many times I can make you cum."