-Author's POV-

Cheryl sighs, pacing back and forth. She was trying to figure out the perfect present for her wife, who happened to be in her life for the past ten years. She couldn't seem to think of one this year, far too difficult to get a present that was sentimental, yet was worth more than her mortgage.

Kimberley loved the sentimental things in life, but of course, Cheryl couldn't help but go for the most expensive item in the shop.

"What are you doing?" Madison startles her mother.

"Don't do that!" Cheryl nearly trips on her own feet. "Come in." She breathes, slumping down to the sofa in her bedroom.

"What's got you so worked up?" The teen raises an eyebrow, allowing her mother to pull her to sit beside the panting Geordie.

"I can't think of a bloody present for Kimba." She huffs, mindlessly biting her thumbnail. It was a habit she only did when the nerves were working far too quickly.

"What did you get her last year?"

"I took her to Paris."

Madison rolls her eyes, "Of course you did—"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Cheryl pouts, meeting her daughter's unimpressed expression.

"I don't know," The teen shrugs. "You just don't seem to be the type for sentimental gifts."

Cheryl gasps, not really sure why. "I'll have you know I'm very sentimental."

"Oh yeah?" Madison smirks, "What did you get her the year before that?"

"Erm..."

"Go on."

"I took her to Greece.. And also bought her some jewelry."

The teen rolls her eyes.

"Well Miss Sentimental, why don't you help us out then!"

"I don't know, she's your bloody wife."

"No," Cheryl whines, "Please. Give us some ideas."

Madison sighs, softly. "Well.. I can only think of Christopher and what he used to get me, like."

Cheryl smiles, "How are you feeling?" She asks.

A few days had passed since Christopher's anniversary, and Madison could only feel one thing. She felt a sense of relief was lifted off her chest for the first time in years, finally accepting her brothers passing.

"I'm good Mam - anyways—"

"No seriously, sweets."

"Mam," Madison groans. "I promise, I'm fine."

Cheryl smiles, "C'mere." The teen allows the Geordie to pull her onto her lap, even giving Cheryl the freedom to place a few kisses to her cheek as they continue their conversation.

"I would maybe make her something?" Madison tries to think of the best ideas she could possibly work in that creative mind of hers, "But you obviously want to waste some money—"

"Waste?" Cheryl swats her daughter's hand playfully. "It's not wastin' it's for your Mum."

"I think it would be nice if you made her a box and wrote a few letters?"

Cheryl pouts in thought, "Okay but what else?"

Madison rolls her eyes, "What does she like?"

"..She likes cooking, erm.. She loves her piano – look Bubs, your Mum's boring."

They share a laugh; one Madison could not control the snorts from escaping her nose, only melting Cheryl's heart, and embracing the teen tightly into her arms.

"We should go to that one pottery barn and make her something nice—"

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves."

Madison giggles, "I'm going to make her something. I don't think I want to buy anything.. Apart from the stuff I'll be needing to make her gift."

"Excuse you," Cheryl pokes the teen's tummy, "You've already figured out her present? Why aren't you sharing?"

"It's nothing serious. Anyways, your gift will be much better." She smiles are her Mam, "Let's see.. You're obliviously taking her out for dinner?"

"Yeah, you'll be comin' too."

Madison shakes her head, giggling a few times. "No I'm not. This is for you and her. You'll take her somewhere romantic."

Cheryl pouts, "But I want you to be there too."

"We can have another dinner for us. But you have to take her somewhere romantic.. And you have to get flowers, and maybe buy her a perfume for the night." The teen beings to ramble, "And oh! Maybe you can buy her an entire outfit for the night? Ask her to wear it? You have to put every thought into it."

Cheryl remains quiet, smiling foolishly at her daughter.

"What?"

"Nothing, you're just adorable."

"Whatever." She rolls her eyes, "Anyways, I think I've given you enough ideas." The teen climbs off her Mam's lap, and stands in front of the still smiling Geordie.

"Fine." Cheryl huffs, standing too. "Let's go out and buy the stuff."

"I..I wanted to go and skate for a bit—"

"You can skate after, come on, and let's go buy a few things."

Madison groans. "Fine."

"Don't look so happy." Cheryl laughs lightly, grabbing her bag and leading them out of the large bedroom. Madison trails behind her mother, grumbling and moaning a few times.

"Promise we wont stay forever." She huffs, climbing into the car, moodily.

"I...." Cheryl teases.

"I'm serious Mam!" The teen huffs further, slumping in the leather seat with her arms folded tightly.

"You know, kids your age would die to hangout with us—"

"Yeah? Maybe you should go pick one of 'em up."

Cheryl pokes her tongue at Madison, speeding out of the lengthy lot and straight out to the opened road.

"I'm a cool Mam, aren't I?" The Geordie asks, a seriousness hidden away.

"Mums who ask that kind of question usually aren't, so no, sorry." Madison giggles, "Mum is actually cooler than you."

Cheryl rolls her eyes, "I'm bloody cool." She finishes with an agitated huff.

"When is Mum off work?"

"Why? So you can ditch us?"

Madison giggles, "No, so we know how long to shop for her present."

"Oh right.. Erm.. She finishes at ten tonight, depending if she finishes her cakes on time."

"When you and Mum were just friends, what type of presents did you used to get her?" Madison asks, fiddling through the radio stations.

Cheryl laughs, "One time I got your Mum a sack of flour—"

"What?" Madiosn laughs along, "Why?"

"I made it into a joke, saying since she loved to bake this would be like a bouquet of flowers."

They share a laugh.

~~~~~~~

Kimberley smiles, smoothing down her black trousers as she stands up from her seat and rushes to the door.

She opens it, revealing Cheryl with a sack of flour. "Happy birthday!" The Geordie pushes the heavy sack into her hands.

Kimberley laughs, "You're joking.. Please tell me you're joking—"

"What? Come on.. You don't get it?"

The blonde rolls her eyes; already know this was going to be a terrible pun.

"Go on.. Explain." She closes the door, and pushes the giggling Geordie through.

"Well.. Flower.... Sack of Flour – get it?" She howls out in laughter. Kimberley tries everything in her not to laugh, although she's sure it wouldn't last long before she laughed along to the idiot she called her best friend.

"You better have got me a real present—"

"Are you only friend with us for me money?!" Cheryl gasps, her eyes still smiling.

"Yes. Now go back out and get me my present." Kimberley playfully pushes her out, accidentally dropping the sack of flour in the process.

"Look what you fcuking did!" Cheryl hisses, looking down at the mess of flour sticking to their clothes and feet.

The floor now covered in flour.

"You're cleaning it up!"

"No! It's your present - your problem!"

They bicker back and forth, until they're interrupted by Kimberley's brother's voice.

"What in the hell.." Adam trails, looking at the mess.

"She did it!" they point at each other in unison.

~~~~~~~

Madison laughs to the ending of her mother's memory, wiping a few happy tears trickling out the ends of her eyes.

"Oh my god.. You guys were a mess, and still are—"

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" Cheryl blindly swats her daughter.

"Come on Mam, let's be real." Madison stifles another giggle, "Youse bicker like no tomorrow."

"I think it's cute." Cheryl grins, keeping her eyes on the road.

"How's that cute?" Madison rolls her eyes, although she agreed with her mother.

"It keeps our relationship interesting, apart from the sex—"

"I don't want to know that!"

"Your Mum is a softie, even if she acts like a bloke one hundred percent of the time." They share a giggle.

Madison nods, agreeing with her Mam. "I know she's a softie, just by the way she treats me."

Cheryl smiles, taking in this moment. It all hit her so suddenly, her Madison, her little girl was back in her life. It was all too much to take in.. Her small family was just the start to a growing love.

"I love you, sweets." She whispers, glancing over to the smiling teen.

"I love you too, Mam. Now where are we going?"

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Madison huffs, taking a seat on the outside seating, a lunch herself and Cheryl will be having with the autumn sun beaming down harshly.

"I don't understand," The teen huffs, "Is it summer or autumn!" She asks, rhetorically.

"Why are you complaining? I'd rather have this weather than rain and snow."

Madison nods, agreeing.

"Mum's going to love your gift." She squeals, picking up the menu and scanning wildly through it.

They had spent the early afternoon rushing form shop to shop, until they had both finally found the perfect idea and gift for the blonde, who's soon to turn the big thirty-three.

"You think so?" Cheryl asks, she too skims through the menu.

"Yeah definitely. She'll also love where you'll take her.. You don't have to go over the top with each present. I hope you know that." Madison mindlessly speaks, her main focus on what she'd be choosing for her meal.

Cheryl smiles to how wise her daughter truly was.

"I know," She speaks softly, "I just want her to feel important—"

"I'm sure she already does," the teen dismisses the topic with a wave of her hand. "Never mind that. When are we going to put up the Christmas decorations."

Cheryl slams her menu down, and gasps. "Oh my god." She hisses, her eyes bulging out. "You too!?"

"Me too what?" Madison frowns, looking at the weird Geordie.

"You love Christmas?"

"I'm obviously not the bloody Grinch. Yes I love Christmas.. I actually wanted to ask two weeks ago, but thought you'd think it would have been too early—"

"It's never too early for Christmas!"

They share a laugh.

"Ah," Cheryl clenches her fists and teeth; the excitement couldn't be contained. "You really are me daughter!"

"I better hope so." Madison giggles, "Can we start with the decorations maybe after Mum's birthday—"

"Yeah for sure."

"Are you excited for that?" The teen asks, setting her menu down.

Cheryl grins, giggling from the excitement held within. "I'm so excited.. She's going to love the pressie." She giggles once more, "Thank you bubs." She reaches across, stroking the teens smiling cheek.

Madison melts to her mothers touch.

"I think so too." They share a smile; sadly their moment is interrupted with the waitress ready to take their orders.

For once, Cheryl allows her daughter to order as she pleases, even if Madison wanted to have dessert before the main course of her meal.

The Geordie rolls her eyes, smiling a little to her daughter currently devouring the ice cream bowl she'd ordred.

"Don't start complainin' when you get a tummy ache."

"I wont," The teen giggles, "Want some?" She asks, spooning a large amount and hovering it over to her Mam.

"No thanks—"

"Oh come on—"

"I'm not—" Regardless to her Mam's protests, the teen shoves the ice cream into her mother's mouth, earning an agitated groan from the Geordie.

"Little sh*t—"

"S'good huh?" Madison giggles, uncaringly.

"You're going to get it." Cheryl wipes her mouth clean, secretly wanting another spoonful.

"Go on, say it."

"Say what?"

"Tell me how good the ice cream was." Madison giggles once more, seemingly happier than ever.

"No—"

"So it is good?"

"I didn't say that." Cheryl huffs.

"You didn't say it wasn't." Madison winks, finishing the rest of the bowl.

"Shush, let's eat this meal and go home. We've got to start on your Mum's gift."

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The mother and daughter spent their entire day together, with Madison seemingly forgetting about wanting to go waste time at the skating park. She never knew how much she's longed for the affection from a mother, now having it she never wanted to let it slip through her fingers.

"That's not how you wrap it!" Madison groans, grabbing the box from her Mam, and sealing it to perfection.

"How'd you do that?"

The teen rolls her eyes, "Mum has an OCD issue." They giggle, "She used to make me wrap and then rewrap the presents I would get them for Christmas."

"Well just so you know," Cheryl smiles. "You can wrap mine up in a wad of newspapers and I'd still love it."

"Who say's you're even getting a Christmas gift?"

"You little," The Geordie grasps her daughter, and tickles her into tears.

"St-Stop!" Madison howls out, "NO TICKLING!" She shouts, successfully pushing her mother off.

"What did I say?" She wipes the happy tears, "Never tickle me!"

"Why?" Cheryl giggles, "Tickling is fun."

"Not when I can't bloody breathe!"

They share a laugh; a smile lingers to both of their expressions. They don't hear the front door opening and closing, or the footsteps following that belonged to Kimberley.

"Hello!" Kimberley walks through the front room, finding her girls on the floor – both scrabbling to hide the presents.

"What.. Are you doing?" She raises an eyebrow; setting down the takeaway she'd picked up on her way home.

"DON'T LOOK!" Madison shouts, throwing the blanket over.

Cheryl could only do one thing, and that was to laugh loudly from the nervous state she was in.

"Are you hiding porn—"

"Kimberley!"

"Won't be the first time."

"Ew! Mam!"

"Kimberley!"

"Let's see what you've got there—" Madison smacks her Mum's hand just as she reaches for the present. "Excuse you!"

"It's.... It's a present for Jamie."

Kimberley rolls her eyes, "Keep it away from me then."

Both Madison and Cheryl internally sigh with relief.

"And why are you buying him presents before you buy me any?" She pushes, raising an eyebrow and slumping into the armchair.

"I just.. He's been so nice to me—"

"And what am I? Huh? Chopped liver for fcuk sake?!"

Madison giggles, "More like chopped chicken, with veggies and curry sauce—"

"Doesn't make it better." She pretends to be in a mood, "And here I was stopping at your favorite Chinese takeaway to order you some orange chicken."

"What'd you get us—"

"Container of shite."

"Kimberley!"

"Where's my kiss anyways?" Kimberley pouts, getting her wife to giggle.

Cheryl crawls across, remaining on her knees as she kisses the blonde hello.

"Okay can youse save that for the bedroom, like?" Madison mumbles, taking it upon herself to open the takeaways. Already stuffing her mouth with the orange chicken she craved all the time.

Madison turns around with a chicken half chewed in her mouth.

"Oh for fcuk sake!" The teen huffs, finding both of her parents making out, with Cheryl now sitting on her wife's lap.

"I wont sit here if you're both going to bloody eat each other's faces like that!"

Kimberley and Cheryl ignore their daughter, continuing their kissing session. It was something Madison had to get used to, the constant affection shown so freely in the large mansion. In some crazy way, the affection brought warmth, only ever freely felt when love was conveyed openly.

"I love you." Cheryl whispers, giggling like a lovesick teen.

"I love you—"

"Alright can youse both quit it now?" Madison huffs, "You're going to make me sick!"

"Oh don't be so dramatic." Kimberley rolls her eyes, "So you gonna tell me what you got for that bastard—"

"That's not nice." The teen frowns, unsure why that hit her hard in the core.

"Don't act like you like him."

"I do.. He's nice to me."

"Yeah and so is the fryer at McDonalds." Kimberley rolls her eyes, secretly disliking her daughter's love for the man who left her wife so carelessly.

"I'm not talking about this." Madison stands to her feet, ready to head up to her bedroom.

"And where are you going?"

"I'm going to sleep."

"It's eleven." Kimberley tries to protest.

"You don't say, really, thank you for informing me—"

"Quit the cheeky attitude."

Cheryl shifts in her wife's lap, allowing the blonde to know she was uncomfortable with the bickering shooting back and forth.

Madison rolls her eyes.

"I wanted to spend some time with you and your Mam, go up and have a change and we'll have some family time."

"Fine." Madison walks out, without any remarks.

"You know, sometimes I make sure to take in the moments when she's desperately trying to get attention from us." Kimberley sighs, releasing a smile when catching her wife's beautiful brown eyes. "You okay?" She asks, reading into the almond shaped orbs.

"Yeah m'fine. I missed you."

They share a smile.

"Some would think we've not seen each other in months." Kimberley giggles, leaning forward and sealing their lips back together in sparking affection. "Give me them lips." Now Cheryl too giggles, wrapping her arms around the blonde's neck, allowing their tongues to grant access in a mouthwatering kiss.

"December twenty-third." Cheryl whispers, lingering their lips.

"What's that?" Kimberley asks, dismissing the most important date of their lives.

Cheryl tears their lips apart and leans back with a scowl to her face.

"Don't even ask us!"

"What? Do we have something coming up?" Kimberley pretends to be in thought. "Now I'm sure none of your nieces and nephews birthdays are coming up... your sister and brother.. no. Nope I can't think of anything—"

"Do you want to get dumped?!" The Geordie gasps, smacking her wife's chest as the blonde bursts into giggles.

"It's not funny." She pouts.

"Come here you silly goose—"

"No."

"Baby—"

"No."

"Baby, baby, baby, baby—"

"I said no."

Kimberley smirks, "Alright fine. Off you get." She pushes her wife straight off her lap, earning another gasp.

"First you forget our aniversery—"

"No one forgot anything. Little Mrs. Sensitive can't seem to take a joke—"

"Then you kick us right off your lap. I've not seen you all day—"

"Would you quit complaing? Come here so I can love you."

Cheryl shakes her head. "I don't want any of your lovin'"

"Fine. MADISON!" The blonde shouts, hearing a loud response.

"WHAT!?"

"COME HERE AND LOVE ME!"

"NO!"

Kimberley meets the Geordies eyes, "Like Mother, like daughter." This broke Cheryl's stubborn bubble, finally giggling as she lies on the floor happily.

Madison returns, wearing the most adorable white onesie.

"Come here and love your Mum."

The teen smiles, falling into Kimberley's opened arms. She shuffles around until she finally gets comfortable, nestling in her mother's lap like a child getting smothered with an undying love.

"Did you have a good day?" Kimberley whispers, gently playing with her daughters chocolate brown locks.

"Mhm." Madison sighs, fluttering her eyes to the sweet touch.

Cheryl remains sprawled out on the ground, absorbing her wife and daughter creating a love filled bubble, glowing in tranquil serenity.

"Are you going to eat that takeaway with me?"

"Mam and I already ate." The teen yawns, "But, I don't mind eating again—"

"I can't believe youse would eat without me."

"Baby—"

"No. You always wait for me. Now your fat self can't wait until I've come home?"

Cheryl crawls over, a pout cutely painted to her lips. She remains on her knees, stroking her wife's lap, a pout still remaining to her perfect lips.

"I'll eat with you."

"Me too Mum," Madison yawns, her eyes forced open. "I'll.. I'll have some takeaway with you."

"Where?" Kimberley raises an eyebrow, "In your dreams?"

"No." Madison yawns once more, "I'll have some.. Some more of that orange chicken." The teen murmurs; her eyes fluttering shut, lips growing puffy from the sleep desire.

"I'll give her two seconds before she's completely knocked out."

Cheryl stifles a giggle.

"I can still hear you."

"Okay, well you can hear us taking you up to bed."

Madison groans, "I want to stay here." She moans, yawning a few more times.

"You gonna stay on my lap while I eat."

"Mhm."

Cheryl and Kimberley share a smile, both melting to their daughter's clingy nature.

"Alright, but don't start fussing when I drop some food on you." The blonde looks down when the teen doesn't answer, finding their daughter way away in dreamland.

"Do you want to take her up?" Cheryl whispers.

"Two seconds." Kimberley cautiously stands to her feet, carefully cradling sleeping Madison in her arms.

Step-by-step she makes her way up the grand stairs and routes her feet to the teens bedroom.

"I told you.. I told you I wanted orange chicken." Madison mumbles, allowing her mother to tuck her into the large bed.

"I'll save you some."

"Promise?"

"I promise. C'mere and give me some fairy kisses." Kimberley giggles, leaning down and sharing an eskimo kiss with her little girl, followed by sweet kisses to the forehead. "Good night, monkey."

"Night, Mummy." Madison yawns for the final time, entering dreamland for the remaining night.

Kimberley takes it upon herself to change into her pajamas before returning to her wife, whose sweetly set two plates for the takeaway.

"Wine too? What are you after Mrs.?"

Cheryl giggles, "Shush. Like I don't do anything nice for you."

"Its me who should be doing the nice things for you." Kimberley pouts, taking a seat beside her beauty of a wife.

"Let's not talk about that," The Geordie pours them a glass of red wine, handing the chilled alcohol over to her wife. "How was your day?"

"Hectic," Kimberley sighs, relaxing further into the sofa and sipping her wine with ease. "Thank you, baby." She thanks her wife, accepting a forkful of chinese.

"Tell us about it?"

"Nothing much to it," She swallows. "The usual. Too many cake orders, not enough time, your crazy wife goes crazy on her workers which gets them to stop their tittering and actually do some fcuking work."

Cheryl giggles, "I bet they're hating you right now."

"Meh," Kimberley accepts another forkful from Cheryl, whose cutely twirling the noodles and feeding her wife. "They'll get over it, especially when they get their holiday bonus."

"About that." Cheryl raises an eyebrow, "You gonna give us a holiday bonus?"

"You get a bonus everyday."

They share a laugh, loving the quality time being spent through the silent night.

"Baby, I don't want anymore. Can you eat some? You've not eaten anything." Kimberley rejects the food, sipping her wine in satisfaction.

"I already ate with Maddy."

"What'd youse do today?" They mold into each other, Cheryl sloting herself into her wifes side, both holding their chilled wine and drinking the liquid until the bottle was completely empty.

"This and that. We did a bit of shopping and had lunch at that nice café with the street seating."

"No problem with the paparazzi?" Kimberley asks, setting her and Cheryl's empty glasses of wine down to the side table.

"They're always around." The Geordie rolls her eyes, enveloping her arms around the blonde's slim waist. "You know what they're like."

"Cunts."

They giggle.

"Exactly that."

Kimberley smiles, looking down at her wife snuggled tightly into her.

"Missed you."

"Missed you too." Cheryl looks up, pouting her lips for a kiss.

"You in the mood for some sexy time?" Kimberley murmurs, keeping their lips connected softly.

"You're so romantic."

"What? So you don't want sex?"

Cheryl rolls her eyes, and untangles their arms to stand to her feet.

"I think I had a glass too many," She giggles, stumbling as she stands. "Come on, let's go upstairs."

Kimberley giggles, helping her lightweight wife up to their bedroom.

They collapse to the bed, their lips always finding one another with urgent tongues slipping together in tasteful wine.

Cheryl moans, "I missed you." She repeats, biting her lower lip as piece-bye-piece her garments are torn off and thrown to the hardwood ground. They manage to remove each other's clothing, until skin was all that stood between them.

They loved sharing kisses, and roaming each other's bodies. Their breaths were the only things lost in passionate love making, eyes connecting in darkness painted with the only light streaming through the curtains covering their floor length windows.

"Do you want anything special tonight?" Kimberley asks, gently running her fingers through Cheryl's hair, engrossing the profile of her wife.

"Mmm.. yeah. Maybe.. Maybe you could wear one of them.. Straps?"

Kimberley smiles, gladly shuffling across the bed and opening up her dirty drawer filled with sex toys.

She slips on the strap-on, groaning to the feel of the built in vibrator enclosing inside of her.

"C'mere." She whispers, continuing their make out session, sloppy and heated. "I love kissing you." Kimberley breathes, massaging one of Cheryl's breasts with a need.

"Yeah?" The Geordie giggles, unsure why she was so shy. Six years together, and Kimberley still managed to get her wife to grow shy.

"So much." The blonde releases their lips, now desiring to taste the skin of her wife's neck, licking and sucking to the pulsing neck.

"Mmm."

"You like that?"

In their previous relationships way back when, they never did like talking during sex, but here they were, whispering sweet words to each other during the heated intimacy. It was theirs. This passionate point could only be created between two lovers who would give up their internal light for one another.

"So much."

Kimberley kisses further down, enclosing her lips to a harden nipple, loving the way Cheryl moaned and groaned to her skillful tongue drawing circles around the tanned flesh.

"Mmm," The Geordie bites her lower lip, fingers racking through her wife's short blonde locks, tugging and grasping the honey silk. "More, baby, more." Her breath hitches; trying her best to keep her urgency under control, there was nothing she loved more than intimate moments with her stunning wife.

Kimberley smirks, switching from nipple to nipple, her hands grasping anywhere they could touch.

"Your skin is fcuking addicting." She grunts, sprawling her hands down to the Geordies backside and roughly grabbing at it. "I love this." She fondles with the perky backside, her lips now trailing further down the heaving body.

Cheryl whines, "Baby," She heaves. "Now, please." She couldn't take another lick to her inner thigh, or a nibble and stroke. "Please." She repeats.

"Okay, alright." Kimberley chuckles, returning back up to her wife and meeting the sparkling brown orbs. "Tell me if it's too much, okay?"

"Not like we've not done this before." Cheryl huffs, "Hurry up."

"Say please—"

"I'll bite you."

"Don't be rude." Kimberley giggles, reaching down and grabbing the dildo in her hand, teasingly she runs the head along her wife's wet folds.

"Fcuk."

"You like that?" She asks, repeating the tease.

"Yes! Now please!"

"Alright fine, you're no fun." Gently, she enters the Geordies soaking center, thrusting the large shaft and creating a rhythm with her wife.

"Mmmm." Cheryl gasps, grinding her hips with each thrust. "Come closer." She pleads, wrapping her arms around Kimberley's neck and sealing their bodies together.

Their urgency could only be held for so long, as they've sealed together as one, thrusts pound quicker and lips return in a seal.

The shaft echoes, hammering in and out, over and over again.

"Uh," Cheryl's inner core begins its pleasured build up, knowing exactly what would erupt within.

"Come for me." Kimberley whispers, kissing along her wife's neck as they both reach their peak.

"Ah! Fcuk!" They sound as one, climaxing into a world filled in complete pleasure and whimpers.

They fall limply, the shaft unbuckled and thrown to the ground as they each try to get their breathing back in a calm, serene inhale and exhale.

"That was," Cheryl breathes. "Amazing – you know," The Geordie rolls over, smiling lustfully at her exhausted wife. "You've gotten better—"

"Excuse you?" Kimberley rolls over, meeting her wife's grin. "Gotten better? What's that supposed to mean?"

"Means.. Well.. When we first got together—"

"You were the only girl I've ever gotten with, so don't even start with that."

"That's a lie—"

"My college years don't count—"

"You still got with girls though." Cheryl pouts, "Why am I jealous?"

Kimberley giggles, "Erm.. Confession time."

Cheryl frowns, "What?"

"I.. I didn't actually sleep with any of those girls.. I only told you that—"

"Why would you lie!?"

"Well.. I sorta wanted to make you jealous, we were only friends around that time and I fancied the pants off you... I also wanted to get into your pants.. So I sorta thought if I told you I got with other girls that you'd maybe want to get with me." She breathes it all out.

Silence.

"Well it didn't work."

"Erm.. You kissed me that night, so it did." Kimberley cheekily grins.

Cheryl rolls her eyes, "Anyways I would have known you didn't get with any girls if we slept together—"

"Don't be mean." Kimberley pouts, "I made you cum more than once the first time we got together—"

"Anything was better than Ashley's little dicklet."

They share a laugh.

"We're such b*tches." Kimberley finishes with a laugh.

"That's why we're married." Cheryl shuffles closer, sheltering herself into the blonde's arms.

"I got lucky with you, didn't I?" Kimberley murmurs, yawning as she places a few kisses to the Geordie's head.

"Better believe it." They giggle, wrapping each other in a tight cuddle.

"I love you." Kimberley whispers, stroking her wife's back lovingly.

"I love you, goodnight."

"Goodnight, I love you."

"We get it Kimba, goodnight."

"I love you, goodnight."

Cheryl giggles, "Shut up."

"Shut up I love you."

"Go to sleep!"

Kimberley bites her lower lip, "Okay going to sleep, goodnight."

Cheryl remains silent, not daring to say another word.

"Oh and I love you." Kimberley adds, squeezing her wife further. "So much, ya little piece of mush."

"Eh?"

"Go to sleep Cheryl."

The Geordie tuts, "Goodnight."

They both fell asleep with a smile to their lips and heart, enchanted by the love forever growing in their souls.