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Don't come home. Give me 30, please.
Don't come home? After she had already told Helen about how awful her day had been?
First, Madeline's favorite Starbucks had been closed, then on her way to set, her driver had taken three wrong turns, and it took an extra hour to get there. By the time she arrived, everyone was pissy and passive-aggressive.
She had been texting Helen about it all day, because every little thing just kept piling up and piling up.
So no, Madeline wasn't going to give Helen 30.
Instead, she was going to loudly burst through the front door and start yelling.
“Thirty?” Madeline shrieked, her voice echoing around the house as she slammed the door behind her. “Fucking thirty, Helen? I had the shittiest day, and you know that and– where the hell are you?”
“Mad?” Helen's voice came from upstairs.
Madeline quickly stormed up the stairs, fully prepared to take all of her anger out on Helen. If she could ever find her, that was.
“Helen!”
The redhead popped out of their bedroom, pulling the door shut quickly behind her. “I asked you to give me thirty minutes.”
“I asked you to give me thirty minutes,” Madeline mocked childishly. “Yeah, I know what you fucking asked me.”
“It wasn't a big request, Madeline,” Helen said, looking angry but not nearly as angry as Madeline was.
Madeline shoved her shoulders, chest filling with an old, familiar sense of pride when her back hit the door. “Yes, it was,” Madeline said. “I did your stupid communication that you're always preaching to me about.”
“So did I,” Helen said. “I texted you politely, and because you can never listen—”
“Oh, I can't listen,” Madeline snapped, shoving Helen’s shoulder again, but this time with only one hand. “You can’t listen! I told you that I had a shitty day, and you didn’t even care! You only care about yourself, you stuck-up, annoying, insane, bi—“
Helen slapped her face the second she spat out the word ‘insane.’ “Don’t you fucking call me that, Madeline,” Helen yelled, finally matching Madeline in intensity. Their faces were so close that they could breathe in every insult that was hurled. “It’s not my fault that your day was so awful, and really they’re all minor inconveniences at best. You’re just so spoiled that anything that isn’t perfectly Madeline is like the world is ending.”
“You’re such a bitch, Helen.” Madeline couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Her? Spoiled? Absolutely fucking not. She’d worked harder than anyone to get whatever she had.
“No, you’re the bitch, Madeline,” Helen spat. “You’re always the bitch. I don’t even know why I’m here. I don’t even know why I do any of this for you.”
Madeline was furious. Madeline was hot. Madeline was shaking. Madeline was so turned on.
”Oh, am I?” she egged on, not ready to back down now. “And what do you do for me, Helen? Enlighten me.”
”I don’t owe you any explanation,” Helen shouted. “No, you know what, I’m not doing this with you right now. I’m done.”
”Do you not want me to see how crazy you are?” Madeline said.
Another slap.
“Don’t,” Helen snapped, pointing a finger in Madeline’s face.
Madeline couldn’t take it anymore. Her hands found the sides of Helen’s face, pulling them together in a messy clash of lips and tongue and teeth. Madeline groaned into Helen’s open mouth, both of their breathing heavy.
Helen bit down roughly on Madeline’s bottom lip, tugging gently. That wasn’t a repair either of them wanted to try to make.
”Oh, Hel,” Madeline moaned, slipping her knee between Helen’s legs, only to find something blocking her. “What—?”
Helen tugged her close by the waist, craning her head down to bite at the tender flesh on Madeline’s neck. “If you had given me thirty fucking minutes, then maybe,” she bit down hard, “you would’ve been able to let me,” another bite, one that made Madeline cry out, “surprise you.”
She couldn't tell if Helen was biting her to try and harm her, or if she was just being rough. Either way, Madeline wasn't going to protest.
“How were you gonna surprise me, baby?” Madeline asked, voice dripping with sex. “Hmm?”
Helen's fingernails dug into her hips through the fabric of her dress. “Shut up, Madeline.”
Before Madeline could respond, Helen clashed their mouths back together, tongue fighting for dominance against Madeline's and winning. Helen maneuvered them until Madeline was the one with her back against the door. She dragged her mouth away, planting sloppy, rough kisses down Madeline’s jaw, throat, and chest. They’d only just begun and Madeline’s skin was already turning red.
“Helen,” Madeline whined, senses burning as Helen hiked her dress up and dropped to her knees, nails raking across Madeline’s thighs.
Without warning, Helen leaned forward and bit down on Madeline’s thigh, tongue soothing the spot right after.
Madeline moaned, her fingers tangling into red hair. She yelped when Helen bit down again and again, switching between her legs. Even if her teeth were surely leaving indents in her skin, Madeline couldn’t help the tight feeling in her chest when Helen’s mouth lingered to soften the blow.
As much as Madeline did simply adore the lovey-dovey stuff she and Helen had grown used to, there was something so familiar about the sting of toxicity that this brought back.
“Just do it already if you're going to,” Madeline said, pretending that her voice didn't sound more like a whimper than a demand. “Unless you're too fucking chicken to– oh!”
Helen's mouth wrapped around her clit, sucking hard before licking down and dipping her tongue into her cunt. Madeline lifted a leg so that it rested over Helen's shoulder, sharp heel digging into her back. It did make it a decent bit more difficult to stay upright, but Helen held tight to her hips.
“Fuck,” Madeline groaned, head tipping back until it hit the door. “Hel,” she whined. Helen was eating her like a madwoman, and she could feel herself reaching the edge faster than she ever might've.
Helen moved a hand so that her thumb was pressed against Madeline's clit while her tongue licked inside her.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” Madeline panted. She kept her grip fastened to Helen's hair. “Hel, oh my god, slow– slow down, I'm gonna come if you don't– oh, oh, oh!”
That seemed to only spur Helen to go faster.
“Jesus, baby, slow down slow down slow down,” Madeline said. She felt ready to snap in two. “I'm– oh, Hel, I'm coming, oh, baby, fuck!”
Helen didn't stop her ministrations all throughout, coaxing every last bit of pleasure out of Madeline’s orgasm until Madeline was prying her head back.
Her chest heaved as she looked down, stomach swirling with arousal at the way Helen licked her glistening lips.
“What the fuck,” Madeline breathed.
“Are you done being a bitch?” Helen asked.
It soured Madeline's mood quickly.
“No?” she said. “I wasn't the one being a bitch, bitch. I told you exactly what I needed, and you fucking ignored that.”
Helen sighed, rolling her eyes and standing up.
Madeline was fully prepared to walk away. She was done with this conversation; she'd gotten a good orgasm out of it and had said her piece.
She gasped when she was shoved towards the stairs, her breath hitching in her throat and getting a strong sense of deja vu. Helen caught her though, as she always would, and spun her around so the small of her back was pressed flush against the railing.
”Hel—“
Her sentence was cut short by Helen’s lips crashing against her own, the redhead’s tongue shoving into Madeline’s mouth. Madeline moaned into the kiss and Helen greedily swallowed the sound.
Suddenly, Helen spun Madeline around, shoving her stomach against the stairs. She gasped out, the noise choked from the sheer force of being bent over the railing. An ironic name, she thought when she felt what she had felt earlier between Helen’s legs press against her. It didn’t fully stop her little fear of stairs that she’d had since, well, dying on them.
She felt Helen’s fingers drag through her folds before hearing what sounded like Helen popping them into her mouth.
”Aw, you’re so wet for me, Mad,” Helen taunted. “Do you like when I’m fucking furious with you? Do you like being put in your place?”
Madeline just moaned, the sound echoing across the high ceilings.
”Do you?”
She caved faster than she would’ve liked, but god, Helen talking to her like that really did something for her. It was such a contrast from the girl she’d always loved so much, while still being so her. Madeline was utterly enamored.
”Mm— baby,” Madeline whined. “Fuck me, baby.”
”Oh, shut up, Madeline,” Helen said. She hiked Madeline’s dress up, and before Madeline knew it her cunt was being filled by familiar silicone.
Her hips tried to buck back into Helen’s thrusts, but the other woman’s grip on her hips was strong, completely controlling the pace.
Madeline was already sensitive from her last orgasm, and Helen seemed to be continuing her trend of going so fast that Madeline would see stars. The spacious area filled with the sounds of Madeline’s moans and—almost embarrassingly—the wetness in the apex of her thighs as Helen drove in and out of her.
”Helly,” Madeline moaned. “Oh my— oh— god,” she choked out. Her nails dug into the wood of the banister. “Jesus— Hel, oh my god!”
”Do you make me mad just because it gets you off?” Helen grunted. “Are you that much of a slut?”
”Oh my fuck,” Madeline cried out. “Baby, you’re—“ she chuckled breathlessly through her moans, “you’re fucking me like you want to— to get me fucking pregnant or something.”
Helen let out a loud moan at that, the speed of her hips faltering.
Madeline gasped from more than just the feeling of her orgasm approaching. “Holy shit,” she gawked. “Does that turn you on?”
Helen whined, successfully getting back on track with her relentless thrusting after a momentary lapse. “Shut up.”
“Oh my god, it— it totally does,” Madeline said, surprisingly cocky for a woman who’d been a pathetic mess for the past twenty minutes.
All of a sudden, Helen’s hand was reaching around to Madeline’s front and pressing against her clit.
That definitely made it impossible for Madeline to form words.
She was completely nonsensical and incoherent as she came, her eyes rolling back into her head. Madeline wondered if her nails were leaving scratches in the wood. Her knees felt like jelly beneath her, and yet Helen showed no indication of stopping.
Helen continued to draw firm circles over her clit and Madeline could feel her hips stuttering in their pace.
“Helly, baby,” Madeline begged. “I’m— too much, Helly, too much.”
“Shh,” Helen said, leaning down to press sloppy kisses to the back of Madeline’s neck. “So you can dish it out, but you can’t take it?”
Madeline whimpered, tilting her head to nuzzle into Helen’s cheek, her hair sticking slightly to her dewy skin. “I— I can. I can take it.”
Helen moaned, biting down on Madeline’s neck. “Fuck, Maddie, I’m so close.”
“Come with me,” Madeline said, voice breaking with a moan. One of her hands found the one Helen had on her waist, resting atop it. “Make me come, Hel. Come— oh, come inside me, Helly.”
That was seemingly what sent Helen over the edge.
“Oh my god,” Helen moaned. Her fingers pressed down a bit harder on Madeline’s clit, placing the perfect amount of pressure over tender flesh.
Madeline gripped onto Helen’s hand as her orgasm washed over her in waves, her legs shaking and her cunt clenching around Helen’s strap. She gasped in air, her chest heaving with the effort as they both came down. Slowly, Helen pulled out, leaving her empty and pleasantly sore.
With a sharply contrasting tenderness, Helen turned Madeline around to face her and combed her hair behind her ears. “Are you okay?” she asked.
Madeline almost burst out laughing. “More than okay,” Madeline answered. She held onto Helen’s wrists as her thumbs stroked lovingly over Madeline’s cheekbones. Then, a cheeky grin crept across her lips. “Do you want to get me pregnant, Helen Sharp?”
Helen’s lips parted in shock before she tried swatting Madeline away to no avail. “Oh, fuck you,” she said. “That is not what happened just now.”
“Mhm, right,” Madeline said, slipping her arms around Helen’s waist and rocking them back and forth, pressing firm, wet kisses to Helen’s cheek with a smile. “Helen Jean Sharp wants me to have her babies, do you hear that everyone?”
“I do not, in fact, ever want you or me to have children,” Helen said, her voice stern despite the way her arms held Madeline close.
Madeline nodded, conceding. “Of course, you just want me to be fat.”
“I hate you so much,” Helen said. She was smiling.
Madeline cupped her jaw, pulling her in for a kiss. “I love you too, my baby.”