-Author's POV-

It was a new kind of feeling for Madison, something she will never forget. She couldn't keep her moans intact; they were coming out of her in pleasurable sounds, echoing into the stilled room. Her hips begin to rock unknowingly, knees locking tighter around Rita's shoulders; the feeling of the older woman's tongue working fiercely inside of her was overwhelming.

Her orgasm was gradually arousing in the pit of her stomach.

"Ah- R-Rita." She yelps, hips rising off the bed. "S-Something, s-something is happening!" She groans, clenching her jaw, the peak of her orgasm quickly begins to build.

Rita smirks against the teen's c*nt, knowing exactly what was happening. She works her tongue faster, thrusting deeper and deeper inside of Madison, fingers digging into her thighs, she so desperately wanted the natural juices to overflow into her mouth.

"RITA!" Madison screams, gripping a hold of the bed sheets, her entire world turning black and sparking with a million fireworks as her clit bursts with her first orgasm. "AH!" She screams, "FCUK – oh my GOD!" She grits, eyes rolling back, sweat heaving from her chest and pooling down beneath her breasts.

"Oh.. Oh my god." She murmurs, allowing Rita to clean her up. "Oh god." She whispers, mumbling her words now. "Ah." She moans one last time, breathless.

Rita kisses her way up the teen's body, lingering her kisses every chance she could get. Nearing Madison's parted lips, she kisses her, sticking her tongue straight into the teen's mouth, wanting her to taste the pleasure remaining.

"Mm." Rita groans, trailing her hands down and grabbing a hold of Madison thigh, desperately needing her closer, she wraps the teen's lower leg around her hip, never releasing their kisses.

"I've been waiting forever for this." Rita whispers against Madison's lips, kissing her once more. "I thought I had to wait forever more."

Madison giggles, breathlessly. "I've only known you for a minute."

"Yeah, it feels more than that." They share a light laugh.

Madison looks at the older woman, reaching up and placing a hand to Rita's warm cheek. "That was the most intense thing I've ever felt in my entire life."

Rita giggles, "That's called an orgasm, baby."

"Like, actually, what the fcuk." Madison giggles, "Why haven't I had one yet?" She rhetorically asks.

"Because you haven't had me in your life yet." Rita smirks, leaning down and sealing their lips together. The kiss quickly grows with passion, both unable to refrain themselves from touching each other, in a rushed manner.

"Let," Madison kisses Rita, "Me, give, you, one." She speaks, in between each kiss.

"Next time—"

"No, now." The teen confidentially flips them over, taking her position atop of the blonde, "If I suck, well, I still sucked and did my part." Madison gives her a cheeky wink, earning her a loud chuckle. Rita instantly swallows her laugh, a moan erupting the moment Madison claims a hardened nipple between her lips, sucking and swirling on the bud, never before tasting something so addicting.

"Ah," Rita groans, "That feels so good baby." She breathlessly speaks, biting her lower lip, already needing a release from the pressure building between her thighs.

Madison takes her time, massaging one mound, whilst her mouth swirls and sucks on a tasteful nipple. Switching back and forth, burying her face between Rita's perky breasts, her skin so addicting.

She mirrors Rita's earlier actions, kissing down the older woman's body, and eventually settling between her legs, taking in the sight of Rita's soaking c*nt.

"Fcuk." She breathes, remaining on her elbows, with the beautiful sight of Rita's center staring right back at her. She gulps, moving in closer, gently wrapping her arms around the blondes thighs, sticking her tongue out, she runs it along the soaking flaps, taking in the sweet taste that only belonged to Rita.

"Oh.. Fcuk, mmmm Maddy, baby." Rita reaches down and grabs a handful of the teen's hair, pulling her in closer, burying Madison's face between her thighs.

Madison's confidence builds to the sounds the older woman was making, encouraging to use her tongue, dipping it straight into the soaking hole. She gives it her all, flicking and sucking, thrusting and swirling.

"Ah!" Rita moans loudly, "Fcuk!"

Madison groans, sending her sounds through the blonde's body, an internal shockwave vibrating through her entire being.

"I-I'm – fcuk! MADISON!" Rita screams the teen's name, moaning repeatedly as she comes undone, it only took her a few thrusts, a few sucks and a few swirls to combust for the younger girl, the release so intense and raw. She felt her entire body shiver, chills erupting to her skin.

Madison remains beneath Rita's thighs, cleaning up the tasteful juices pouring out of the older woman, knowing she had done the job right.

"C'mere." Rita pants, beckoning Madison up.

She crawls up, straight into Rita's arms, lying right on top of her. She's never experienced someone so desperately needing her contact, never before seeing someone so attracted to her. She believed no one would ever be interested in her, never before given a time of anyone's day. She was confident, but beneath the exterior of it all, she was insecure and afraid to be loved.

"So?" Madison rests her chin on Rita's chest, taking in the older woman's smirk. "Good?" She giggles, locking eyes with the blonde.

"You said you've never done this?"

Madison giggles, "What? Do you think I'm lying?" She giggles once more.

"Well...."

She gives Rita a playful slap to the arm.

"Cheeky." Rita narrows her eyes, both now giggling.

They both go silent as their laughs peacefully die down, a tranquil setting settles in the bedroom, no sound to be heard but their soft breathing and the crickets melodically making natural music outside.

"I feel really at ease right now," Madison's eyes slowly flutter shut, now resting the side of her head against Rita's chest.

"Yeah?" Rita asks, running her fingers along the teen's bare back, drawing invisible shapes.

"Mhm." Madison yawns, cuddling closer.

"Me too." Rita agrees, pulling the teen in closer, needing her closer. "We should probably get dressed." She whispers, getting no answer in reply.

"Maddy?" Silence. "Baby?" She smiles, knowing the teen had fallen asleep. She kept still for a few minutes before gently pulling the teen off her, and collecting their clothes off the hardwood floor, needing to dress both her and Madison before daylight crept up on them, and their sinning would be exposed.

So she dresses them, tossing their underwear's in the laundry basket before climbing back into bed with the teen, instantly and naturally pulling Madison into her arms and allowing herself to doze off away into dreamland.

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Kimberley stirs in her sleep that night, tossing and turning. She couldn't restfully sleep, something didn't feel right. Madison didn't answer a single call, not a single text. She grew worried of course; any mother that loved her child dearly would feel the same.

Sleep wasn't her friend tonight.

She sighs, unintentionally waking her wife.

"Mm." Cheryl groans, blindly shuffling closer to her wife and relaxing in her arms.  "What's the matter?" She asks, yawning.

"Nothing." Kimberley replies, keeping her blue eyes focused on the large windows, giving her the view of their paradise, now dying from winters touch.

"Talk to us." Cheryl murmurs, eyes remaining shut.

"Madison hasn't answered."

"I'm not surprised." The Geordie snuggles closer, placing a few kisses against her wife's neck. "She's upset—"

"That doesn't give her the right to just completely shaft me. I've been nothing but amazing to her, the both of us that is."

"I know, baby." Cheryl's glistening brown eyes gradually open, the moonlight blinding her for a few short seconds. "I was upset earlier... But I kinda understand why she's upset."

Kimberley sighs, "Forget it. You're not understanding me."

Cheryl frowns, eyebrows furrowing together.

She sits up, "What's that supposed to mean?"

Kimberley turns her head, looking up at her unimpressed wife. "You were just saying how irrational she was being, and now you're telling me that you kinda understand where she's coming from?" She rolls her eyes, "You're just letting her get her way – again."

"I've slept on it. And she's not getting her way; she was upset and needed space. I respected that and so did you—"

"That still doesn't give her the right to just up and leave!" Kimberley raises her voice, abruptly sitting up. "We always do this," She frustratingly runs her fingers through her hair, "She gets upset, she runs off and comes back apologizing. We can't have this be a constant thing. We need communication. There's no communication! How are we meant to have another baby if we still haven't raised Madison properly? We keep allowing her to have her way—"

"You're the one that let her leave!" Cheryl yelps, "I went to run after her and you stopped us!"

"I'm in the wrong just as much as you are. I wasn't pointing the finger only at you." She sighs, annoyed. "We need to learn. This isn't the first time. I'm sick and tired of her not willing to tell us how she is feeling." She passionately speaks, "If she's upset, I want her to shout at me, I want her to throw sh*t at me, I want her to hit me and tell me she h-hates me." The tears quickly build up, "I want her to fight with me until there is no more strength in her little fists." She sniffs, wiping her tears in an irritated manner. "I want her to hate me until there is nothing left but to love me."

Cheryl gulps, tears rapidly tumbling down her cheeks.

"I love you, yes." Kimberley sniffs, "But I have a type of love for Madison that will never compare to the love I have for you. It's something that has me wanting to scream and hold her all at the same time. I..I'm a Mum now, Cheryl. This is something I've wanted forever, and I hate seeing our baby upset, I hate seeing her cry, I hate being the reason behind most of her tears. B-But I'm learning everyday, I'm learning to be the best I can be for her." She cries. "That's all I-I want t-to be for her."

Cheryl pulls her crying wife into her arms, repeatedly placing kisses to the blonde's head.

"I know," The Geordie sniffs, "I get it, baby. I get it."

"W-We need Jamie to come here, we need to fix everything before moving forward." Kimberley whispers, taking her wife by surprise.

"What?" Cheryl pushes her back, completely taken back.

"We need to mend everything. I want to know the type of person my daughter is hanging around, I want to see who she is interacting with. Doesn't that scare you?" Kimberley sniffs, "How could we just let her sleep over his house, we don't know him." She continues, "We don't know his girlfriend, we don't know the type of atmosphere our little girl is around."

Cheryl's eyes soften, "I don't know..." She shrugs, "I.. I'm just scared."

"What? You're scared of Jamie?"

"I'm just not ready to face him."

"I'm going to be right by your side the entire time. It's you and me, baby. It's us against the world, remember?"

Cheryl smiles, "Yeah."

"I have to protect my family, I have to protect you, I have to protect Madison... and I have to protect our future." Kimberley reaches out, stroking her wife's flat stomach. "That's the only reason I am still here," She smiles, tearfully. "I'm here because of you."

Cheryl laughs and cries all at the same time, she stands to her knees and wraps her arms around Kimberley, kissing her cheek repeatedly, both now crying.

"I'm here because you exist." Cheryl whispers, her tears never-ending.

Kimberley wraps her arms tightly around her wife's waist, tilting her head back and pouting her lips.

They kiss, softly; so gentle it could heal any broken soul.

"I love you," Kimberley whispers against her wife's lips, running her hands beneath the t-shirt Cheryl opted for tonight. "I love you, thank you for my family."

Cheryl giggles, but truthfully, her tears could not be controlled.

"Thank you for being the most amazing wife," The blonde continues, grabbing a hold of her wife's waist and affectionately flipping them over until she was on top, gazing down at the beauty that was Cheryl. "Thank you for caring," She continues, connecting their lips back together. "Thank you for fulfilling every piece that my heart has ever desired in a partner, someone I can call my forever, someone who will be there for me and my family through every down fall and highpoint." Cheryl cries beneath her, lips piercing together as she holds her sobs back. "Thank you for loving me the way that you do, even when I'm not very lovable, you still loved me. I may not be the best wife at times, but I hope you know, that I will never stop loving you, I will never stop fighting for you and chasing you, even if I have you. I'm chasing, I'm chasing, and I'm chasing." She repeats, "And I will keep chasing, because that's what love is all about? You might have given me love now, but imagine the love we will make in time? Imagine the love we will have when we make a family, imagine the love we will make watching our children grow, imagine the love we will make when the love of my life grows older with me? Imagine all the love we will make together. I might love you now, but, I know I have so much more love to give you."

Cheryl cries, fully losing it beneath her wife.

Kimberley smiles softly, wiping her wife's tears and placing kisses in replace of the happy cries.

"You're a softie." Kimberley giggles against her wife's lips, "I'm sorry I never let you hear these words regularly, but, I hope my actions have spoken to you in a million tidal waves." She smiles, loving how innocent the Geordie was, "I'm so so so so so fcuking thankful you came into my bakery that day." She giggles, placing a fallen strand behind Cheryl's ear, gazing deeply into her wife's eyes. "I tell you this all the time, but I don't think you realize how you've changed my life. How, Miss Cheryl Cole, now Mrs. Cheryl Tweedy-Walsh has the key to every door.. Even the key that has led you to my heart."

Cheryl giggles, wiping her tears and draping her arms around Kimberley's neck.

"I.." She sniffs, "I hope you know you've stolen all me keys too, I I want them—"

"Finish that sentence and you'll ruin the moment." Kimberley tuts.

Cheryl giggles, "I love you."

"And I you, Mrs." Kimberley smirks, leaning down and sealing their lips.

Cheryl faintly parts her lips, granting her wife full access. Kimberley, being Kimberley, doesn't hesitate with sticking her tongue straight in and intensifying their lip lock. She trails her hand down, and grips the back of the Geordie's backside, giving it a possessive squeeze, her other hand going to the back of Cheryl's head, forcing their lips closer and closer, she wanted her closer than ever in this moment. It was an emotional night, she felt so connected with the Geordie, so in love.

"Mmm." Cheryl wraps her arms around Kimberley's neck, losing herself in the kiss.

Kimberley tugs on her wife's lower lip, teasingly licking it and nibbling at it.

"You're a sex goddess I tell you." Kimberley comments, putting her hand to Cheryl's breast now, giving it a gentle squeeze, "What're these?" She asks, earning her a giggle.

"Why're you being weird right now?" Cheryl huffs, "Just love us."

"I'm not being weird." Kimberley pouts, "But seriously," She squeezes the tit again. "What's this?"

"It's a fcuking stress ball." Cheryl tuts, "What the fcuk do you think that is?!"

Kimberley laughs, loudly. "You're adorable, I can't even fcuk you right now I just want to squeeze you—"

"Well you're doing a bloody terrible job of squeezing me tits! Stop that!" Cheryl huffs, pushing her laughing wife off her, rubbing her sore tits with a scowl remaining to her expression.

"Ah!" Kimberley kicks her feet in the air, unable to contain her laughter.

Cheryl tuts; huffing and rolling her eyes at the immature blonde. "Are you done?" She asks, rolling her eyes again.

Kimberley's giggles and laughs come down from their high, she sighs, rolling over and looking at her wife with a dazed look in her eyes.

"What?" Cheryl raises an eyebrow.

"Nothing." Kimberley sighs, smiling. "I just love you."

"Yeah, but you enjoy taking the piss!" Cheryl pouts.

"Don't do that."

"Do what?" She pouts further.

"Don't pout." Kimberley bites her lower lip.

"Why?" Cheryl cheekily winks, flirting.

"Because then I'll have to," Kimberley shuffles closer. "TICKLE YOU!"

"NO!" Cheryl laughs before her wife even touches her; Kimberley is ruthless, tickling her endlessly. "I'MA WEE ME PANTS!" She screeches, thrashing beneath the blonde, trying to escape.

Their night is spent in infinite harmony, love sounding into the home as their love grows further and deeper.

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Jamie comes home that early morning, not a sound to be heard. He makes his way up to his bedroom, taking off his clothes and readying himself for a short nap. He notices the bed left abandoned, he decides to check on his daughter and search for his girlfriend before allowing any sleep to come his way.

He tiptoes to Madison's bedroom, soundlessly opening her bedroom door and peaking his head through.

He smiles, seeing his girlfriend and daughter cuddled closely. Never before so happy to have his little family get along so well.

Naïve, naïve man.

Jamie returns to his bed, slipping in with a smile lingering to his lips and heart.