|| Chapter 63 ||

-Author's POV-

Have you ever felt love deep inside your soul? Circling into a whirlwind of beautiful images? A love that could never be described, only felt with the heart, and touched by another soul?

A love connecting two people into one.

Cheryl and Kimberley share a shy smile, a change happened between them earlier that day. The blonde had never felt such a rush, and now she sits beside her wife with a raging heartbeat. Afternoon fcuking into mind-blowing orgasms had brought back memories for Kimberley.

Their first love.

Her first love.

Here they sat in the back of a luxury car being driven to their date tonight, their hands intertwined and sealed together forever. Warmth emits between them, some might believe it was a love reforming and seeping into them — leaking a newfound love within their hearts.

Kimberley's bright blue-greys meet the browns, taking over her world, and washing memories into her line of vision.

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"Where are we going?" Cheryl giggles shyly, looking away from her best friend who's now much more than that.

"Somewhere." Kimberley smirks, pressing further down the pedal.

"Its such a beautiful day," The Geordie sighs, sticking her hand out of the car window, and swaying her hand through the winds of nature.

"Question," Cheryl turns back to her friend.

"Shoot—"

"Is this considered our first date like?"

"Well," Kimberley clears her throat, "After you've claimed your love for me—"

"Stop." Cheryl groans, "Are you ever going to stop mocking us?" She pouts.

The blonde smiles, blindly reaching over and taking her sulking friends hand into her own.

"I'm only joking," She smiles. "Yes, I guess this is considered our first date." She shrugs, a pout forming to her own lips. Cheryl's gaze falls to the lips that once pressed to her own, remembering last nights love confession and heated kiss initiated by the blonde. She doesn't regret what was said; no in fact a weight has lifted off and away from her heart.

The constant dreaming of telling her best friend how she felt has finally sounded.

"So.." She starts again, "Where we going—"

"I've already answered that question Missy—"

"Aw but Kimba—"

"Oh hush," Kimberley giggles. "You'll love it."

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Kimberley's reality sounds her back; she turns to her wife with a smile.

"Sorry I didn't hear you—"

Cheryl groans, "So I've been talking for the past twenty minutes for no reason?"

"Sorry babe," She laughs lightly. "What was it you said?" She unlaces their fingers, and wraps an arm around her sulking wife.

"I said where are we going?" She mumbles, playing with Kimberley's fingers.

"That's what you've been saying for the past twenty minutes?" Kimberley laughs, earning her a smack to the stomach.

"No.. I said other things too." Cheryl cutely speaks, pouting to her words.

The blonde sighs, reclining further into the leather seat. She never releases her pouting wife, stroking Cheryl's exposed arm and smiling at the sight of her girl wrapped perfectly into her side.

"So what other things were you saying then?"

"Just things." She shrugs.

"Well alright," Kimberley looks out the window, feeling Cheryl's eyes on her.

"This reminds us of when we first got together.. Tonight and all." She whispers, getting the blondes attention.

Blue-grey's meet browns once more.

"Tell me your memory." She whispers, ready to absorb every word uttered.

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Cheryl bites her lower lip, averting her beautiful browns away from Kimberley's captivating blues.

There they sat, surrounded by the wildlife of tall greens and everlasting rose gardens. It was a perfect day; the sun was beaming just right with rays dancing around them like angels of the light.

The picnic Kimberley had setup for them was put together so tactfully, flowers arranged in glassed mason jars, a basket full of Cheryl's favorite treats, and a portable vinyl player playing their favorite tunes.

It was a perfect day.

A breeze blows gently through the ambiance, gracing them with fresh air.

"This is perfect," Cheryl breathes, taking in the vibrant surrounding.

She's never been in a place so beautiful, so peaceful, and so Kimberley.

The flowers always reminded her of the blonde, and soon enough, she too began to love the naturally grown blossoms.

Kimberley smiles, fixing a plate for them to share.

"I even made cucumber sandwiches—"

"With the sun-dried tomato spread?" Cheryl's eyes sparkle, "Oh Kimba you're the best." She sighs, accepting the plate.

For a moment, she was nervous. The deep desire to cuddle up into her friend, and kiss her still felt restrained. It was new to her; of course she's never found such a deep connection with anyone, and the thought of fcuking it up terrified her beyond measures could ever compare.

"C'mere," As if Kimberley had read into the Geordie's mind, "Come lay down with me." They settle in each others bubble, creating a soon to be love; putting oceans to shame.

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"I was sh*tting meself," Cheryl splutters.

"What?!" Kimberley laughs, pulling away to look at her wife. "You're lying—"

"No I swear!" She throws her head back, whining playfully. "I was so nervous.." She lowers her voice, "I wanted to impress you.. But I didn't want to seem clingy like."

Kimberley's heart melts to the confession, "Could you get any cuter?"

"Oh hush—"

"No it's pretty fcuking adorable," She abruptly kisses the smiling Geordie.

"I think I was just trying to show you another side to us.."

"The other side of none-b*tchy-popstar?" The blonde grins, earning a whine in return.

"What was I like?" They giggle in unison. "Thank you for being so perfect." Cheryl changes her tone, going sweet and soft. "I don't know what I'd do without you now—"

"Probably be in some crack house getting your daily dosage of expensive cocaine."

Cheryl raises an eyebrow.

"What? Isn't that what pop-stars are into these days.." She trials off, clearing her throat in awkwardness.

"Definitely not, what do you take us for!?" They laugh, soon sealing their lips together in a heated kiss. It was a night soon to regrow their love, rekindle a still roaring fire into a blazing eternal love.

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Madison settles into the sofa, keeping her eyes locked to the iPhone in hand. She glances every so often, catching Nicola staring back at her. It was an awkward tension lingering between them, the uncertainty of what conversations to spark.

"There's a skate park down the road—"

"Cheryl and Kimberley have already said you can't go out—"

"Yeah, but you didn't hear what else they've said—" Nicola cuts her off once more.

"Do you take me for an idiot?" She asks, getting an eye roll from the teen in return.

A silence falls once again, their eyes focus to the television screen blaring a romantic film through the surround system dotted around the large space.

Madison clears her throat, "So.. What is it you do?" She asks, turning her head slightly.

"I'm a songwriter."

"Cool." The teen nods, "Guess that is pretty cool... You write music for my Mam?" She asks.

Nicola smile, "I've co-written with her plenty."

The teen nods once more, trying to cook up a conversation for them.

"How are you liking Cheryl and Kimberley?" Nicola asks, genuinely interested.

"They're cool," Madison shrugs, not wanting to get too detailed about her love for the older women. "How long have you known my parents?" It's become so natural for the teen, the claiming of Cheryl and Kimberley has finally settled comfortably in her heart.

"I've known Cheryl for a few years now.. Kimberley only recently," Nicola shrugs, "Your Mum isn't too fond of me." She admits.

"Why is that?" Madison frowns, taking full interest in the conversation.

Nicola shrugs once more, "Dunno really, I think she's just very protective of Cheryl.. Too protective at times if you ask me—"

"Aren't you supposed to protect those you love?" Madison asks, her frown deepening.

"True.. But, with Kimberley," Nicola begins. "She's practically obsessed with Cheryl."

"I don't see how there's anything wrong with that..." Madison trails off.

"Sometimes obsession can be dangerous," She shrugs. "But I don't think Kimberley is the type to possess over her.. Although she does seem a bit territorial if you ask me."

I didn't ask. Madison mentally rolls her eyes.

"Still think it's nice to see a married couple so in love." She whispers, keeping her eyes focused on the film playing.

Nicola replies, but she doesn't take notice to her words. Her mind has began to work fiercely, trying her best to hide the shadows swaying into her mind, and taking over every positive thought.

She was afraid Kimberley and Cheryl would become Clara and Connor.

Their unbreakable love was the only thing keeping her going.

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Kimberley steps out of the car, sighing with relief once detecting not a single sleazy paparazzi man in sight.

She stretches her arm out, helping her wife out.

Cheryl looks around, taking in the hole in the wall restaurant with a confused expression.

"I wore this dress," She gestures to the knee length skintight red dress she'd opted for the night, "For this stingy place!?" She screeches, completely unimpressed with the blondes choice of place.

"You've not even stepped inside yet," Kimberley rolls her eyes, giving a wave to Henry and leading them into the loud place.

"We're going to get murdered." She hisses.

Kimberley decides to ignore her, stepping in first and taking in the loud laughs and thumping Cuban music filling the space. She'd found this unknown restaurant online, and heard many good reviews about their Cuban food and salsa dancing numerous people had bravely taken to the dance floor.

Cheryl clings to her wife, not really comfortable with the dimly lit restaurant. The red paint to the wall doesn't help either, and thankful no one has taken notice of the pop-star currently sh*tting herself.

Kimberley thanks the hostess and follows her to their table for the night.

"I don't like this," Cheryl whispers to her wife, as the blonde practically drags her to their table.

Kimberley thanks the kind woman once more, and gestures for her wife to take a seat.

Cheryl sulkily sits down, and pulls the blonde to sit right beside her.

"This looks like a place drugs are ported out of." Kimberley rolls her eyes to her wife's words.

"I think you'd really like it – would you stop with that face?" She sighs, releasing a smile regardless. "Look, people dance to their live music and they've got really nice food.. Would you just try and be happy?"

Cheryl smiles, putting her mood aside. "Aye alright," She sighs softly, picking a menu up.

Kimberley settles further into the round booth they were directed to, wrapping an arm around her wife and watching the skillful guests sway their hips to the live music blaring.

It was a job hearing Cheryl complaining, not that Kimberley would change a thing.

"I don't know what I want." Cheryl nudges her wife, getting the blonde to return all her attention back to the unimpressed Geordie.

"Why don't we just have the waitress get us whatever is popular?" She suggests, getting a shrug in reply.

Kimberley mentally sighs, she wanted tonight to be perfect, and what better place than a ghetto restaurant in the worst parts of London?

The waitress returns, the red and yellow lights in the restaurant dance perfectly against her fair skin.

"Have you decided?" She asks, smiling at the couple sat intimately beside each other.

"We couldn't decide," Kimberley returns the smile, "Could you get us whatever is popular?" She asks, getting a kind nod from the woman.

"Anything to drink?"

"Can I get a passion fruit martini?" Cheryl cuts in.

"I'll have a vodka martini dry," Kimberley adds, "Could you also get us a couple fruity cocktails? Along with a few shots?" The waitress nods, hurrying off to get their orders.

"Are you trying to get us drunk Mrs. Tweedy-Walsh?" Cheryl purrs in her wife's ear, finally allowing herself to enjoy the night.

"Well I'm going to have to," Kimberley grins. "I want us dancing on that dance floor." This gets Cheryl excited, averting her attention to the strangers dancing away with pure happiness evident in their eyes.

The night takes a 360 turn; food and drinks flow freely. A buzz begins to grow with each shot, and sip taken between their plumped lips. They were both in complete ecstasy, shooting shots down, igniting the firing sensation to burn through their lungs, creating a euphoric emotion.

"Dance with me!" Kimberley shouts over the music, she slides out of the booth, grasping her wife's hand along the way.

Their smiles mirror, glossy eyes dance with the lights beaming down from the spotlights hovered above the dance floor.

Cuban music occupies their minds; they allow the beat to take over their bodies.

Cheryl turns around, pressing her back to Kimberley's front. Her backside grinds against her wife, taking Kimberley's arms and winding them around her waist. The blonde's smile could only grow so wide; her current excitement couldn't be concealed. She lowers her head, pressing her lips to Cheryl's smooth neck. She suppressed the urge to grind into her wife's backside, not wanting them to be tonight's show.

She decides to copy some dance moves displayed by other dancers, she pushes Cheryl back, capturing her arm and quickly spinning her. The Geordie is taken by surprise, but soon picks up on the moves.

They dance the night away, with drinks being refilled into their glass cups.

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Madison fights sleep, she wanted to stay up to have Cheryl and Kimberley put her to bed. Glancing at the clock she sighs, it seemed the couple would be coming home too late for her to keep the green orbs opened for much longer.

"I'll tell them you said good night," Nicola gets her attention.

"Wasn't going to sleep yet." She speaks bluntly, her actions reminded the redhead of Kimberley.

"You look tired, why don't you head up?" She suggests.

"I'll wait a bit longer," Madison says determinedly, forcing her eyes to stay opened.

Time ticks slowly, the night sways into the early hours of twilight. Dusk captures the once light filled skies of stars twinkling and sparkling through the darkness.

Madison falls asleep on the sofa without a single realization; Nicola cautiously covers the exposed teen with a blanket. She doesn't bother waking up the sleeping beauty, not wanting to disturb the dreams painting into her visions.

The redhead takes comfort in one of the guest bedrooms, leaving the teen cuddled alone on the sofa.

It was hours later when the married couple arrived, both drunk out of their minds. It was a job getting them safely into the house, Henry taking it upon himself to guide them up the grand stairs, and into the mansion.

"Thank y-you," Kimberley giggles, getting a sh from her wife.

"We..We.. We have t-to stay sh," Cheryl soon joins the giggles. The home is set in darkness; the only light giving them vision was the faintly lit corridor light.

Their feet drag up the stairs; they use each other for support in hopes not to collapse down the towering stairs leading to the second floor.

Giggles never die down, their loud whispers resound into the large home filled with sleeping souls. They finally manage themselves into the grand master bedroom, their hands grasp firmly to each others bodies.

"Sh!" Cheryl hisses, "Y-You're going to w-wake them." She frowns.

Kimberley huffs loudly, peeling off the dress she'd opted for tonight, both women kicking off their heels along with their clothing.

"Time is i-it?" Cheryl yawns, their naked bodies hide away under the large duvet. Kimberley fumbles around, blindly reaching over to the nightstand and scrabbling for painkillers.

"C'mere," She sits up, helping her wife drunk up and handing her a tablet.

"I.. I need water." Cheryl pouts, her eyes lazily close. The blonde sighs, she climbs out of bed and topples her way to the mini-fridge placed in the corner of their bedroom.

They return to cuddling each other once they've each taken their tablets, and drank a large portion of the water. Kimberley trails kisses along the hollow part of Cheryl's neck, her lips linger to the warmth emitting off the olive silk.

"Mm K..Kimba," The Geordie breathes, wrapping both arms around her wife's neck. Their bodies remain hidden away, the large duvet shielding them from the cool filled room. Kimberley slides on top of Cheryl, sealing their bodies together, with lips remaining in place.

Hands roam sloppily, eyes masked away from the darkness lingering. The drunken kisses shared could only be created by two souls bursting with hunger and desire.

Hips begin to grind together.

Lips never part.

Kimberley dives her tongue into the Geordie's mouth, loving the taste of vodka enduring to her wet tongue. She fumbles around, grasping at the perfect round mounds, and erect nipples between her hands.

A heat is formed under the duvet, but they loved the sound of each other bouncing against the fabric, their breaths kept sealed into the bubble of love.

They roll around, giggling playfully into each others mouths.

Urgent touches create; their hips grow frantic.

"Ah," Cheryl moans, slamming her head further into the pillow, Kimberley hovers over her, both hands grasping the fabric either side of her wife. She takes control of the rhythm, grinding faster and faster into the Geordie's wet cunt.

"Fcuk." Kimberley groans, ready to come undone.

Their clits glide against each other in a disordered manner.

"I-I'm close.. Mmm baby f-faster." Cheryl groans, clawing her nails to the back of Kimberley.

The blonde lowers herself, giving Cheryl a silent plead to clasp her lips around her nipple.

She does just that, never releasing her nails from the perfect skin, she bites down on the pink-fleshed nipple, switching back and forth until finally her orgasm wouldn't allow her to take control of anything.

"AH!" Cheryl moans loudly, collapsing back into the bed.

Both women grind through the euphoric sensation.

Their urgent actions slow down into a slow pace of ecstasy.

"Fcuk." Kimberley repeats, collapsing atop of her sweaty wife.

Skins glisten in perspiration, the pleasure evident against their heaving bodies still breathless from the sexual actions.

A breathless giggle is sounded form Cheryl.

"Thank you," She breathes. "For tonight."

"Gotta treat.. Treat my girl right." Kimberley soon joins the giggles, they come up for air, the crisp air conveys soberness into their system.

They return to snuggling, both still in a compete mess.

"Good night," Cheryl yawns, "Love you."

"Love you."

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Madison awakens the following morning with laughter sounding, her green orbs squint open. The morning light invades her iris, blinding the familiar line of vision she's grown used to.

Her eyes remain shut, stretching out on the sofa, only just realizing she'd fell asleep in the living room.

"Didn't even bother waking me," She mutters under her breath, "Mum? Mam?" The rasp in her voice booms loudly, instantly smiling once hearing footsteps nearing the space she'd occupied.

"If I wasn't out last night, I'd think you were the one partying." Cheryl's sweet tone calms her, "What ya doin' falling asleep here?" She asks, perching herself on the edge of the sofa.

She keeps her eyes shut, smiling at the sweetness her Mam gave off.

"I tried to stay up," Madison's hands trail up to her eyes, cautiously opening them once again. "Time is it?" She yawns, finally allowing her eyes to meet the sparkling browns.

"Just gone twelve—"

"I've slept longer than that before," She yawns once more, sitting up and smiling at the sight of her mother's exhausted state.

"Good night?" She giggles, "You look like you've partied your arse off."

Cheryl giggles, "Not me fault—"

"Isn't it always?" They giggle in unison.

"Oh I've missed ya," Cheryl lays down beside the teen, taking her giggling daughter into a tight cuddle.

"I haven't gone anywhere." Madison smiles, loving the feel of being in her mother's arms. She wasn't going to admit that she'd missed her deeply, they were only separated for a near five hours last night, she was unsure how to control this ever-growing love.

"Did you have a good night with Nicola?" Cheryl asks, a sigh escaping her lips from the comfort she was currently in.

"Meh," The teen shrugs, snuggling further into her mother's embrace.

"What does Meh mean?" Cheryl asks, grasping her daughter's chin gently, allowing their eyes to meet once again.

"I don't know," She shrugs once more. "It wasn't my typical night—"

"Oh? And you've got a typical night?" Cheryl asks with a laugh.

"Well yes of course, usually it includes people who I fcuking know—"

"Watch your tone," Cheryl raises an eyebrow, "Nic is a nice girl."

Madison rolls her eyes, "Whatever, did you make me breakfast?" She cheekily asks.

"No, you can go into the kitchen and make yourself one Missy." The Geordie climbs off, winking at her daughter playfully.

Madison smirks, following her mothers trail close behind and entering the kitchen to find Kimberley and Nicola chatting away over a cup of coffee.

"Well good morning sleepy," Kimberley smiles; opening an arm for a cuddle. She allows her mother to settle her down into her lap, absorbing every morning kiss placed upon her face.

This was new to her, and she was still trying to get her mind around how someone could love her so much.

"Found you passed out on the sofa this morning," Kimberley laughs lightly, wrapping her arms around Madison and forcing her into place.

The teen sighs, snuggling into her mother's arms. She doesn't bother protesting, instead she melts into the touch of love.

"I tried to stay up for youse last night," She looks over at Cheryl cooking her up a quick breakfast, "I think I fell asleep at two—"

"One," Nicola cuts her off. "She managed to stay up past the 12:30 mark." The women laugh lightly.

"What mark?" Madison shoots up from Kimberley's shoulder, "Don't tell me you two had a bedtime set for me.." She rolls her eyes, although secretly loving the structure the women were ruling.

"Of course not," Cheryl scoffs. "As if." She tries her best to hide the smirk ready to be known, managing to busy herself with the breakfast.

Madison rolls her eyes once more, falling against her mother's shoulder with a soft sigh.

"Did you have fun?" She asks, ignoring Nicola's presence completely.

"Mhm, did you?" Kimberley replies, running her fingers through the teens soft chocolate browns.

"Was alright—"

"Alright?" Nicola cuts through, "I'll have you know we watched films and ate bad food all night."

"No," Madison slightly sits up, "You were watching a film and eating bad food.. I was on my phone the entire time."

The redhead rolls her eyes, not finding eye-to-eye with the moody teen.

"Anyways," Nicola stands up. "I've gotta get going," She smiles at her best friend, and embraces Cheryl for a goodbye.

Kimberley simply smiles and waves at the redhead, allowing the Geordie to walk her out of their large home.

"She's annoying," Madison mutters under her breath.

"Don't go telling your Mam that—"

"And why is that?" She looks into the blue-greys, finding warmth in them instantly.

"She's her good friend," Kimberley rolls her eyes, "Don't go upsetting her this early on in the day." They giggle.

Cheryl returns to the kitchen with a beaming smile, "Alright you," She narrows her eyes at the teen. "Breakfast first, and then Emma is coming around two—"

"Uh Mam please—"

"Don't start with that, you only have two hours with her.. Then you can do as you please – stop pouting at us it's not going to work."

Madison groans, burying her face into the crook of Kimberly's neck, mumbling a soft 'Please Mum' repeatedly.

"The warden has spoke." Kimberley whispers back, smiling brightly as Cheryl makes her way to the table with a large breakfast plate for the teen to eat up.

"Go on," She gestures. "I made extra eggs in there for the Mrs." She nods towards a grumpy looking Kimberley.

"Babe I don't eat breakfast—"

"I said I made extra!" She cuts her wife off, taking a seat across from them. "Go on, I didn't slave away for the fun of it you know."

Kimberley and Madison sigh, both tucking into the delicious breakfast. The teen remains in her mother's lap, allowing the blonde to feed her every so often. Cheryl mentally captures the moment playing in front of her, she's longed for moments like these, and now she was finally able to call her home – a home.


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