Author's Note:

Hi, Hello, Hi, Hello.

Short Chapter, I know. I had a few minutes - felt more like seconds, to write this Chapter. I promise the next chapter will be super lengthy, super.. dirty? Hah!

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Thank you for reading!

-ArtistWriter-

-Author's POV-

Rita sits in a mood, she wasn't going to express to Madison that she didn't like this little arrangement. She was hoping they would spend the day together, just.. being together.

She sighs, gradually getting bored of staring at the ceiling of her bedroom. A few minutes pass until she finally builds up the courage to go downstairs and face Finlay and her Madison.

"No way!" Finlay laughs, "Wow, Maddy, full of surprises." He chuckles, standing up and meeting Rita for the first time.

"Rita, this is Finlay – Finlay, Rita." She introduces them, both shaking each other's hand.

"Nice to meet you." Rita gives him a fake smile.

"I love your work." He compliments her.

"I would say the same about you, but, shame, I haven't heard much about you." Rita maliciously speaks, smiling.

Madison frowns, "Well you don't need to know much about him." She bites back, scowling.

"I'm not all interesting, don't worry." He laughs, never realizing the tension between the two girls. "You want to join us?" He considerably asks, gesturing for Rita to sit.

"No, no, I wouldn't want to intrude—"

"Good idea." Madison pulls a fake smile.

"No, I insist." Finlay wasn't taking no for an answer. "Please."

"Alright if you insist." Rita giggles girlishly, flopping down onto the sofa. "What film are we watching?"

Madison rolls her eyes, shuffling closer to Finlay and away from Rita's touch. She was annoyed for some odd reason; she suddenly didn't want to be around anyone.

"Maddy's picked Ghost."

"Oh she loves that one." Rita mindlessly speaks, "Turn it up."

Madison huffs, "No speaking."

Rita smirks, knowing she was winding up the teen. "So," She speaks nonetheless, "Are you two friends... or?"

Madison coughs, "I said no talking!"

"It was just a question."

Finlay shifts, "We're friends."

Madison internally sighs with relief, glad he answered correctly.

"Right... Right.... So, Finlay, do you have a girlfriend?" Rita continues to wind the teen up.

"No." He smiles, and returns his gaze back to the large television.

Madison turns her head and scowls at Rita, silently telling her off.

Rita shrugs, but her smirk remains.

They watch the film, no words exchanged between the three. Madison was growing uncomfortable, she was afraid Rita would say or do something stupid. Sitting on edge the entire way through her favorite film, her heartbeat was going mad along with her mind.

Rita abruptly stands to her feet, heading into the kitchen. "Madison come help me!" She calls out, "Now, please."

Madison takes a deep breath, "Sorry." She apologizes to Finlay and follows Rita's steps. "What?" She hisses.

"He's a p*ssy." Rita laughs, "Are you seriously.. Into.. That?" She giggles.

Madison narrows her eyes, "We're not together. We are just fcuking friends."

"Well he's a loser. You shouldn't be friends with people like that."

Madison smirks, "Are you.. Jealous?" Sensing it for the first time.

"What?!" Rita laughs, trying to hide the truth.

"You are so jealous." Madison giggles, "How did I not see it—"

"I don't know what you're on about. Don't flatter yourself."

The teen shrugs, "Okay, babe. If you say so." She goes to walkaway, but Rita couldn't let her go just yet.

"Wait."

"What?"

"Can we go into the other room and talk?" She desperately asks.

"Why? We can talk later." Madison attempts walking away once again, but is stopped by the older woman's touch.

"Please, baby." She whispers, hopefulness laced in her tone. "Please."

Madison sighs, "Fine. But I can't be too long, it's rude."

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Kimberley and Cheryl stroll through the grocery store, shopping for tomorrows gathering. Once Kimberley received the message from Madison, she was up and out of the house, dragging her wife along the way.

"We can make peanut chicken."

Cheryl giggles, "I just told you Jamie's allergic to nuts."

Kimberley gasps, pretending to be shocked. "Peanut chicken it is."

They share a giggle.

"C'mere." Kimberley pulls Cheryl in front of her, sandwiching her between the trolley and herself. "Your scarf is in my way." She tuts; wanting to kiss the Geordie's neck.

"Well maybe you should behave when we're in public." Cheryl tuts, slightly turning her head and catching her wife's lips with her own, resulting them to collide into a shelf.

"Nice one!" Cheryl screeches, moving away from her wife and deciding it wasn't best to share kisses in aisle five "If we broke something again you're paying for it." She huffs, grasping the trolleys end and pushing it along with her wife.

"Not like anyone saw." Kimberley looks behind her, no person noticing the little accident.

Cheryl shakes her head, for once; strangers weren't pestering them. She did enjoy getting her shopping done late in the evening, the crowding of the shops were always minimal, letting her go unnoticed.

"We can do a nice barbecue?" Cheryl suggests, stopping in front of the meats.

"I'm not freezing my tits off outside trying to cook the meal." Kimberley stands beside her wife, although considering the idea.

"It's easier—"

"We don't want to seem lazy." The blonde pouts, both looking intensely at the fresh meats. "I could make a nice roast?"

"It would be sinful to make a roast any other day but Sunday."

"True, true.. But we're not very spiritual." Kimberley steps forward, grasping a large chunk of wrapped meat. "This will do." She gently places it in the trolley.

"Roast it is."

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Rita slams the teen against the closed door, their lips sloppily connected together. They kiss, fiercely, hands roaming through each other's silk hair. Their heated argument over Finlay escalated and the only way to shut the teen up was with a kiss, and a kiss was all that Madison wanted in that moment.

She's never felt so desperately desired by anyone her whole life. She didn't know how to slow this madness down; the only route they seemed to be taking is up.

Rita grabs the teen's backside, hoisting her up and allowing Madison to wrap her legs securely around her waist.

"Mmmm." The blonde groans, hungry for the teen.

"Ah," Madison breathes, her head gently tipping back and giving Rita access to her neck. "Oh.." She moans, eyes fluttering shut to the feel of the older woman's lips working against her exposed skin.

"You're driving me crazy." Rita groans, licking a path down to Madison's exposed chest, peaking from her v-lined t-shirt. "Mmm." She intakes a deep breath; breathing the teens skin. Her hands firmly wrapped around the younger girls waist, needing her close.  "Do you like that?" She asks, kissing the top of the tiny mounds.

Madison giggles, "Mhm." Biting her lower lip, losing time with each other and forgetting about Finlay waiting for their return.

"Give me your lips," Rita reaches up, grasping the back of the teens neck and colliding their lips back together, tongues instantly connecting and moving in a sensual rhythm. Rita's body steadily begins to move, never letting go of the teen as she sits them down on a sofa placed in the space still under construction, their lips never part, tongues remain rolling as one.

Madison straddles the older woman's thighs, giving Rita full access of her ass. The teen wraps her arms casually around Rita's neck, never wanting their lips to be parted. 

They don't take much notice of the footsteps approaching the room they were currently occupying.

Closer.

Closer.

And closer.

Their lips tear apart to the door swinging opened.