AN: Hello you beautiful lot! So, I wrote this chapter up quickly while I was at work, I hope you enjoy!

As you can see in the photo above we've got new characters! Yes I am aware that's Justin Bieber and Sophia Bush.

Let me know what you all think about this chapter, I love nothing more than getting feedback from you all. xx

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-Author's POV-

A few weeks passed, the family had never been so happy. It was the sound of laughter, the words of love, and most of all, the loudness of a teenage daughter creating chaos in the large mansion. It had never been this way, no, never in all their wildest dreams had they ever imagined a teenager skateboarding along their expensive wooden flooring. It never crossed Kimberley nor Cheryl's mind to be chasing their daughter, and shouting at her to quit taking the piss.

No, never.

They loved it. Although their fire of frustration would beg to differ when they raged at the teen.

"Madison!" Kimberley shouts up the stairs, "Bloody hell.. MADISON!" She shouts once more, getting a shout back and loud footsteps nearing the stairs.

"What?!" She shouts, standing atop of the grand stairs.

"Your tutor is here – would you go put on some proper clothes on for fcuk sake!?" Kimberley screeches.

"Aw," Madison whines, "I didn't want to start today—"

"Fcuk off to you room and get some bloody clothes on! I'm not having this argument with you anymore, your Mam's already said today – now go!"

The teen rolls her eyes, returning to her bedroom and zipping on a black onesie. She returns with a wide grin, her iPhone in hand tapping away at the screen as she blindly makes her way to the living room.

"Fcuks sake," Kimberley mutters under her breath.

"Hi," Madison smiles, noticing a fresh young face for once. Cheryl had tactfully picked out her daughters homeschooling tutor. She found Emma to be quite familiar, hiring her instantly once interviewing and taking a quick liking to the twenty-five year old.

"Hello," Emma stands to her feet, subconsciously tugging at her white-buttoned shirt. "I'm Emma, your new tutor." They shake hands, Madison completely unfazed and uninterested in the whole thing.

She fakes a smile, and walks over to her parents.

"What you wearin'?" Cheryl whispers, but soon thinks against bashing her daughter's attire. She didn't want to resemble Clara; no she never wanted the teen to feel the need to monitor everything she did in front of her.

"It's called clothes Mam," Madison whispers back, turning around and giving Emma a bit of attention. "So.. When do you start?" She asks, keeping the smile to her lips remained.

"Well, Mrs. Tweedy-Walsh had assigned me for today—"

"Mum! You said—"

"Not me, that Mrs. Tweedy-Walsh," Kimberley nods to the grinning Geordie.

"Oh right – Mam!" Madison groans, "Why today? You didn't even warn me? I didn't get any of my school supplies or the cute pens—"

"I already went out and bought you those—"

"School supply shopping is meant to be done together—"

"Well you're too busy skating around the house to pay any attention....."

They continue arguing back and forth.

Kimberley smiles, "You'll get used to it, this is nothing." They share a light laugh. "Would you like anything to drink?" She stands to her feet, walking over to the living room doors.

"I'm quite fine thank you—"

"You sure?" Kimberley raises her voice a bit, speaking over the argument growing louder between the mother and daughter.

"Yes definitely—"

"I'll get you something anyways, you'll need it. Are you allowed to drink on the job? Ah I wont tell if you wont." Kimberley walks away, not giving the woman a chance to reply.

"I'm never forgiving you for this!" Madison brings Emma's attention back to the growing argument.

"You're seriously upset because I didn't take you supply shopping?!" Cheryl's brown eyes grow wide.

"There are certain pens I like to buy—"

"Okay then we'll get them—"

"That means we can't start our schooling today," Madison forces back her smile, "Without the pens I can't function." She makes up any excuse to get out of today, definitely not ready to start school after such a rollercoaster summer.

"If I could just cut in," Emma speaks up, "The schooling session will only last for two hours, as per Mrs. Tweedy-Walsh's request—"

"Call us Cheryl," The Geordie smiles at the polite woman.

"Two hours?" Madison's eyes light up; a million stars ignite in her green orbs.

"I don't want you drowning yourself in school work everyday, you need to spend time with family, and at least see daylight—"

"Yeah but Mum used to.." She begins but stops herself.

"Used to what sweets?" Cheryl asks, wrapping an arm around her daughter, and pulling her in.

"Mum used to have at least six hour tutoring sessions, with two hour study sessions right after—"

"Well things have changed now, and I'm only allowing these sessions to go for two hours, maximum three."

Madison hides her face in the crook of the Geordie's neck, wrapping her own arms around the mother's slim waist.

Cheryl smiles at Emma, hoping she wasn't feeling a bit uncomfortable with the loving scene.

Kimberley walks in with a tray of drinks, "What even is this?!" She huffs, "Every bloody time, you know what, I'm beginning to think youse don't want any cuddles off me."

Madison and Cheryl giggle, the insider they secretly exchanged about unshared cuddles has become an inside joke between them.

Emma awkwardly laughs, not sure what she was laughing at, but the family had so much love within their bubble. Of course she was jealous, but she would never show her true colors to the people she was meant to stay professional with.

A task was given, and a task would be completed.

"Alright," Cheryl stands up. "No more messing about, go sit in the library and start with your studies.. I don't know what tasks Emma has brought along, so go on and I'll be in to check on you in a bit—"

"But—"

"No buts, go on babe. It's only for two hours." Madison sighs, standing up along with her mother. She keeps the pout firmly in place, hoping the Geordie would fall for the expression.

"But I don't have my pens," She groans, following Emma out of the living-room regardless, complaining all the way to the spacious library.

"She's got your attitude," Kimberley smirks, falling back into the plush sofa, quickly grabbing her wife's hand and pulling Cheryl down to her lap.

"I'm sure it's your attitude."

"No I'm sure its yours." They murmur cutely, wrapping each other in a tight embrace.

"Hey," Kimberley whispers, glancing at the living-room door. "Do you think—"

"No Kimberley, I don't think, and you shouldn't either." She cuts her off, knowing what the blonde was after.

"But maybe—"

"Maybe not, now cuddle us and tell us how much you love us." Cheryl sighs, wrapping her arms tighter around the blonde's neck, she places a kiss to the frowning forehead.

"I can tell you how much I love you upstairs, in our bedroom—"

"Right here is fine—"

"Oh?" She raises an eyebrow, wiggling them playfully.

"You know most times I'm convinced you're a horny teenage boy who's just discovered his little pecker can do much more than take a piss—"

"I'm not totally convinced yet, why don't we see what my tiny little pecker can do—"

"I think six years into our sex filled relationship, I've more than discovered what that pecker can do—"

"You sure?" Kimberley grins, pouting in hopes to get a kiss. "Come on," She pouts further, "Don't leave your wife hanging."

Cheryl rolls her eyes, smiling into the kiss she'd given into.

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Madison rolls her eyes, sighing at the math equation she'd been given to solve. She bites her lower lip, swiftly going through the long problems, and bull-sh*tting them along the way in hopes to skip to the next subject.

"I know you're just writing sh*t." Emma puts her hand over the paper, "If you don't put in effort than we're just going to spend days working on the same problem, don't you want to keep moving up levels?" She asks her, taking control for the first time.

"Math isn't going to get me anywhere," Madison rolls her eyes once more. "Not like I'm going to take x and y with me to solve numbered equations when ordering a bloody pizza—"

"But if you decide to go into medicine, or science really. Even some teaching courses require math's—"

The teen laughs lightly, "Who said I was doing any of those things?" She asks, scoffing and moving the older woman's hand away from her pen filled paper.

"And what is it you want to do then?" She asks her, smiling at the sassy teen.

"No clue, I'm only fifteen. I don't even know what I'm doing tomorrow, let alone years from now."

"It's good to get ahead, think about what you want so it doesn't take you long to achieve your goals."

"I'll most likely just live off my parents wealth," She says seriously, although fully joking.

"Well that's not very wise—"

"No, but what is wise and very knowledgeable is," Madison bites her lower lip, "Maybe we can skip today's studies right," She begins. "I wont tell Mam or Mum about it if you don't—"

"I'm a professional Madison—"

"Yeah," the teen shrugs. "And so am I, most days, you just caught me on my bad day." She giggles, getting s smirk off the caramel-haired woman.

"Are you going to finish this equation or am I going to have to go get your Mum?" She raises an eyebrow, getting Madison to sigh and give in.

"Fine, fine.. You're no fun." The teen groans, grumpily writing down the rest of the equation.

Emma smiles to herself, observing Madison closely as she scribbles down numbers. It was a job not absorbing in the teens beauty, a captivating aura Madison has emitted and the older woman couldn't look away.

Her nose.

Her hair.

Her eyes.

The sharp jawline crafted, and sculptured by god's hands himself.

She resembles him so much. Emma had thought.

Secrets were masked with a smile, her hazel eyes seemed to manipulate anyone taking in or trying to read into the pure looking woman.

"Alright I'm done," Madison pushes the booklet back, and sighing as she reclines further in the cream colored linen seats. "Can we take a break?" She asks, releasing an agitated sigh.

"We just started," Emma laughs lightly. "Stop being silly, let me check and see if this is correct."

The teen rolls her eyes, and pulls her phone out.

"No phones Madison." Emma speaks, never averting her eyes from the equations in hand.

"Can I go for a wee? I'm about to piss myself."

Emma sighs softly, "Go on." The teen darts quickly out of the library, heading straight for the kitchen. Her heart nearly drops out of her ass virtually falling flat to her face at the sight of Kimberley pushing Cheryl against the fridge, with her hand stuffed down the front of her pants.

"AH!" She screams, covering her eyes quickly "WHAT THE FCUK!?"

The married couple bolt apart, with a flustered looking Cheryl and a smug Kimberley.

"S-Sweets," Cheryl breathes. "What, are you, I mean, why aren't you—"

"Get out!" Madison screams, keeping her hands clasped to her eyes. "Sickos!"

Kimberley chuckles, "Will you calm down—"

"I said go!"

The sound of the water running gets Madison to lower her hands, and meet her parent's expressions.

"Bedrooms are made for a reason!" She tells them off, keeping her distance ass hew walks to the fridge.

Kimberley washes and dries her hands, "Yeah, they're made for sleeping."

"Not only that—"

"What else are they made for?" The blonde raises an eyebrow, wrapping her arm around a mortified Cheryl.

"Other stuff—"

"Like.."

"Like.. Adult stuff." Madison blushes, hiding her face with the refrigerator door. She occupies herself, wanting the subject to change quickly.

"Good that you know sex is only for adults—"

"Mum, shut up!"

Cheryl giggles, "Stop winding her up."

Kimberley gives in, "So why aren't you in lessons?" She walks over and playfully closes the fridge door, nearly taking the teen in along the way.

"Watch it man!" Madison steps back, allowing her mother to stand in front of her.

"Ya waging off—"

"Can't really wag off when I'm STILL IN MY HOUSE!"

"Stop your shouting—"

"Mam tell her!" The teen whines, giving Kimberley a push, "She's doing this on purpose."

Cheryl smiles, "Would you two stop it. Sweets, why aren't you in there with Emma?" The Geordie speaks sweetly, gliding gently to her daughter and stroking Madison's cheek with affection.

The teen lowers her voice, "She's making me do weird sh*t," She begins her lies. "I don't think she's suitable for the job—"

"Weird sh*t like.." Kimberley trails off, waiting for an answer.

Madison looks around the large kitchen, keeping her parents in suspense.

"I can't say," She whispers.

"Yes you can," Kimberley whispers back, ready to march into the library and beat Emma senselessly for whatever reason Madison was ready to confess.

"Something to do with ex's—"

"It's not funny Madison," Cheryl rolls her eyes, walking away form her laughing daughter and taking a seat at the breakfast table.

"You guys are no fun." The teen pouts, grabbing two water bottles and returning to the library where Emma waits patiently.

"I told you—"

"Oh hush," Kimberley cuts the Geordie off, grabbing two glasses of wine and pouring a generous amount in each. "It's not like she doesn't know we have sex—"

"I'd like to think she was oblivious about that bit – thank you." Cheryl accepts the glass with an adorable pout playing to her lips. The blonde settles in the seat across from her sulking wife, turning the stemmed wine glass between her fingers.

They sit facing each other, both sipping the chilled wine.

"So.." Kimberley clears her throat, "Are you still up for it—"

"Fcuk off." Cheryl grumbles, taking another swig from the tall glass.

"Hey you know what would be a great idea?" The blonde asks, a smile painting to her naturally full lips.

"Hm?"

"We should go out—"

"Madison is in class—"

"No I mean... Me and you, we've not been out on a date in ages."

Cheryl smiles, "We can't leave Madison home alone—"

"I'm sure Melrose or Stacey wouldn't mind—"

"I'm not leaving her with those two—"

"I don't understand why you dislike them so much." Kimberley shrugs, sipping the last of her wine.

"They're morons—"

"They're my employees—"

"Exactly," Cheryl cuts her off. "So leave them at work."

Kimberley rolls her eyes, "So what's the better solution here?" She asks; her perfectly tweezed eyebrow arches in question.

"I'll have Nicola stay with her—"

"I don't trust that ginger—"

"You don't even know her—"

"Exactly!" Kimberley exclaims.

"She's a really dear friend of mine.. I'd appreciate it if you gave her a chance."

"Whatever," The blonde grumbles.

"So I'll speak to Nicola.. That's if you still want to go out—"

"Of course I do." Kimberley frowns, soon turning it into a smile. "Sorry for being such headache all the time." She pouts cutely, getting Cheryl to stand from her seat and take comfort in her lap.

"Good that you know you're a headache—"

"Shut up and kiss me."

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Madison sighs with relief; finally the session had come to an end. She tries to remember how she ever coped with six-hour sit-downs, and two-hour coursework studies.

She sighs once more, taking comfort on the expensive linen sofa.

"How was that?" Cheryl asks, sitting beside her exhausted daughter.

"Deathly."

"You're not half dramatic," The Geordie chuckles, "You up for a bite to eat? Your Mum and I are going on a date tonight—"

"You're going to leave me here to die?!"

Cheryl laughs, "Would you stop that. We're going to spend some time together, and then later on tonight Kimba's taking us out—"

"Us or you?"

"Us as in me." Cheryl rolls her eyes, pulling Madison in closer to her.

"Where are you two going?" She asks, casually playing with her Mother's finger.

"Probably out for some dinner, or something along those lines." The teen nods, giving no reply. She sighs contently, growing tired from today's whirlwind of activities. She wanted to seek the outdoors; having stayed in all day has brought a sense of gloom into her recent bright filled world.

"Would it be alright if I go to the skate park down the road?" She asks, keeping her focus on Cheryl's perfectly manicured nails.

"What? Is the inside of our house not suitable anymore for your skating?" They giggle in unison.

"It will always be suitable," She sits up, keeping the perfectly white smile intact.

Their dimples mirror.

"Alright, just be sure not to stay out after dark—"

"Get real." The teen scoffs, standing to her feet.

"Hey, I'm not joking—"

"I'm fifteen I don't need a curfew." Cheryl laughs loudly to her daughter's words, getting Kimberley's attention as she walks through the living-room doors.

"What's so funny?" She smiles, sitting down beside her hysteric wife.

"Sh-She – haha – She said," Cheryl is unable to pronounce a single word with all the laughing erupting form her heart.

"This better be funny," Kimberley smirks, "Is it one of her terrible jokes? She's just going to laugh and end up saying that cringey ass stick joke she always repeats."

Madison rolls her eyes, knowing exactly what the Geordie was laughing about.

"No," Cheryl sniffs, wiping away her happy tears. "Madison said – haha.. She said, she's fifteen she doesn't need a curfew."

The married couple erupts into loud laughs, both clutching their stomachs and smacking their thighs in hopes to control the obnoxious laughter.

Madison stomps her foot, wrapping her arms tightly around the small of her chest.

"It's not funny!" She scowls.

The couple grab at each other, both completely lost it in hysterics. She's never witnessed someone laugh wholeheartedly, and secretly she was holding back her own laughter.

"Oh – haha! Stop it!" Kimberley laughs, trying to get herself together.

They settle down after minutes of never ending laughter.

"You done?"

"Mhm," Cheryl sniffs, sniggering a few times. "All done."

"So where are you going exactly?" Kimberley asks, settling back into the sofa.

"I want to go to the skate park down the road—"

"If there's a bloody skate park down the road why are you skating inside the house?!" Kimberley screeches.

"Because," the teen shrugs, making her way out of the living room. "I'm going up to change and leaving!" She calls out, hurrying up the grand staircase.

Cheryl turns to Kimberley with a smile; crawling a few steps and positions herself back into the blonde's lap.

"Did you call Nicola?" Kimberley asks, biting her lower lip as Cheryl kisses the smoothness of her neck. It was always Kimberley taking action, but she loved nothing more than her wife touching her, and feeling her whenever it aroused to the Geordie.

Cheryl continues to assault the blonde's neck, trailing her hand up through the thin vest top and slipping it straight under Kimberley's bra. She fondles with her small breasts, loving the way they fill her petite hands so perfectly.

"Mmm – what are you doing?" Kimberley intakes a deep breath; her body naturally sinking further back into the sofa.

God she's so fcuking sexy. She mentally groans.

"BYE!" Madison shouts, followed by the front door slamming loudly.

Cheryl's lips begin to work faster, tugging and pulling off the black vest top Kimberley was wearing. The blonde doesn't protest, she's awe struck with her wife's rough actions. Never averting her eyes as she takes in Cheryl slipping further and further, until finally she was positioned on the floor, right between Kimberley's legs.

"You trying to kill me?" She gulps.

Her blue-greys grow wide as Cheryl smirks, grasping the ends of her jeans and roughly pulling them straight off, taking the laced red underwear along the way.

"Maybe." Cheryl giggles, settling Kimberley's legs over her shoulders, the musky aroused scent emitting from her wife's cunt gets her to grow with hunger.

She bites her lower lip, inching closer to the needed area.

"Mmm." Kimberley moans, throwing her head back. The sensation going off with Cheryl's lips and tongue working against her clit would forever have her spellbound. Her body rises with pleasure, a needed release to replace tension with ecstasy.

"Ah fcuk." Her hand goes to Cheryl's hair, grabbing at the chocolate locks. The Geordie works fast, tongue fcuking her with every fiber in her. It was Kimberley's juices she was addicted to; the sweet taste flowing out of her wife was all she ever craved.

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Madison sits on the edge of the skate ramp, taking in everyone's talent. She was unsure how to casually skate when everyone around here was a professional. She'd spotted a few girls, but the park was filled with teenage boys.

Maybe I should go home. She'd thought.

She shakes her head, and begins to skate nonetheless. Her short baseball jersey dress hangs around her lower thighs, she debated whether to wear shorts under the casual dress, but soon remembered Kimberley and Cheryl would probably kill her if she didn't.

The smile never leaves her pouty lips, doing tricks and turns. She was unbothered with the teens surrounding her, never taking notice of all the boys gawking at her beauty. She skates for an hour or so, until she grew bored of flipping and twisting her expensive board. She settles down on the rim of the ramp, dangling her legs and tapping away on her iPhone screen.

"This park is for skating, not for hanging around to play on your phone." She hears a girl shout at her, followed by girly giggles.

Madison looks up from her screen, scowling at the scene.

"Excuse me?" She asks, standing to her feet and firmly gripping the board in one hand.

"You heard me. If you're not skating—"

"Listen here you cunt," She growls, walking over to the group of girls. "If I want to fcuking layout on this fcuking pavement I will do. Nobody made you fcuking queen of this fcuking park—"

"Do you want your arse kicked!?"

"Better yet!" Madison throws her board to the ground, "Do you want your fcuking arsed kicked you piece of sh*t!?" Just as Madison goes to grab the girl, she's pulled back by masculine arms, looking down she takes notice of the tattooed armed sleeves.

"Let me go!" She pushes the teenage boy away from her.

"If youse want to fight, then go fight elsewhere! I don't have time for little girls fighting in our park—"

"Who the fcuk are you?!" She yelps, "This is a public place. I can do whatever the fcuk I want."

The blonde haired boy chuckles, running his fingers through the messy locks.

"We've got a feisty one over here." His friends laugh, followed by the girly giggles from the group of girls beside her.

"Whatever dick head, out of my way—" She pushes the boy, taking her board along with her.

"I didn't get your name!" He calls out.

"GO FCUK YOURSELF MORON!"

She skates her way home, speeding in hopes to get there before dusk falls upon the city.