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“Wish me luck.”
Madeleine comes out of the bathroom in a dark floor-length gown and silver jewellery, her hair put up in a way that is much more intricate than her usual style.
Florence has half a mind to ‘wish her luck’ properly by throwing her on the bed and devouring her whole, but – that will have to wait for their celebrating afterwards, hopefully with a third in their midst… If Madeleine is more successful than Florence had been earlier this week and the one before with the so very stubborn Anna May.
Instead, Florence now simply walks over to Madeleine, taking her hands and leaning in close.
“Good luck,” she whispers against her lips.
Madeleine smiles and pulls her closer, her hands tangling in Florence’s hair while Florence stays clear of Madeleine’s hairstyle so as not to mess it up.
Madeleine deepens the kiss, pulling a little on Florence’s hair so she turns her head, opening her lips – Florence moans into the kiss, but –
“Wait – fuck, Madeleine, we –” Madeleine chases her lips, and Florence whimpers as she gives in for another snog, sucking on Madeleine’s lips. At least she had only been wearing gloss, not lipstick, else she would already have to disappear into the bathroom again before leaving, but –
“Madeleine, didn’t we- ah!- have a plan here? You –”
Florence finally manages to break away and take a step back – and then she stares.
“What?” Madeleine asks, a little self-consciously, and pushes a non-existing strand of hair out of her face. “Do I –”
“No,” Florence murmurs, voice quite hoarse all of a sudden. “Fuck, I take it all back, you look - that kiss was definitely a good idea, you look so fuckable, there is no way Anna will be able to resist you now.”
Madeleine blushes, and while already being a little flushed from their kiss, it makes her look ravishing.
Florence has to sit down on the bed quite heavily. She isn’t entirely sure whether it is because she is afraid that she’ll faint at the sight, or to stop herself from taking Madeleine to the bed with her.
Madeleine gives her a concerned look. “Are you –”
“Quite alright,” Florence declares with a wave of her hand and a smirk. “Now – go get her.”
Taking a deep breath, Madeleine brushes down her skirt, gives Florence a last smile and steps out of their room into the hallway leading to the public areas of the library. She knows Anna May will be out there reshelving a few returned books right now, but it is unlikely that anyone else will be around right now – at least, Madeleine hopes so, as she wants to catch Anna May alone.
She finds her at the back of the third corridor, what Madeleine calls the salvage aisle, Anna May tends to describe as 'chaos row N°2' and Florence lovingly calls the 'self-help section'. It has everything from weapons over money to actual books, all the things that don’t fit into any other category either because there isn’t one yet or because it is already full.
Anna is currently putting away an Austen and a Brontë, and Madeleine waits for her to step down from the ladder again before making a move. She blushes a little when she sees Anna May stretch to put away the last book in the highest shelf, her blouse riding up and exposing a bit of skin on her back. Instead of trying to suppress the blush, however, Madeleine focuses on it, on how pretty Anna May would look in much less clothing, spread out on the bed between Florence and herself.
She feels heat rise to her checks, wetness starting to pool between her legs, and smiles. 'Fuckable,' Florence had said. Madeleine definitely wants to look that way right now.
"Anna May," Madeleine quietly calls out as she steps around the corner more fully, hand trailing over the wooden shelf next to her head, knowing full well that the position puts her curves on full display.
She had spoken softly, but Anna still jumps a little as she turns. Usually, she has perfect situational awareness, but she has been jumpy ever since she first noticed Florence and Madeleine's intentions for her... Madeleine is glad that she waited for her to step down from the ladder before announcing her presence, lest Anna May might have fallen.
"Madeleine, what –"
Madeleine steps closer, out of the shadow into the soft beam of light of the lamp Anna May had turned on when working there, and now she freezes when she takes in Madeleine's flushed and dressed up appearance.
"Anna," Madeleine repeats softly, fluttering her long, mascaraed lashes at her in the dim light. "I was wondering whether I'd find you here."
Anna May shifts from one leg to the other, definitely affected, but instead of looking interested in a positive way, she looks like a deer caught in the headlights, and Madeleine instantly feels bad for her.
Toning down her 'seductress' act a little, she changes her stance to a more neutral one. "Are you quite alright?"
Anna May squeezes her eyes shut in an uncharacteristically defensive display, then opens them again and throws Madeleine a defiant look. "What do you want? You and Florence both. You're clearly up to something, but what do you want?"
Madeleine blinks, a little confused. "I thought that we had made our intentions pretty clear..."
"That you want to fuck me? Yeah, I gathered that much." Anna May's gaze flickers to Madeleine's still-flushed lips and her décolleté before quickly averting her gaze. "But are you sure that's a bloody good idea? We work together –"
"So do Florence and I," Madeleine says, frowning a little. "Are you really afraid that it might jeopardize that?"
"You and Florence are a couple. It didn't look like you planned to wine and dine me."
Anna May almost looks a little hurt at that statement, and –
"You don't do relationships," Madeleine says carefully. "You always say that it's too dangerous to get that attached... But..." she tilts her head, steps yet a little closer to Anna May, almost close enough to touch.
"Would you want to have that? With us? Because we would like it." Anna May's eyes snap up to hers, and Madeleine smiles gently before she keeps talking. "I know Florence does, and I feel the same... We just thought you'd never be interested in that, so we planned to get you into our bed at least." she smiles a little wryly at that.
"But if you'd rather... Be wined and dined..." Madeleine takes a few more small steps forward with her last words, until she is standing directly in front of Anna May, "then that can be arranged."
Anna May is breathing deeply, eyes flickering from Madeleine's gentle eyes to her lips and back. "Promise?"
Their lips are almost touching, and Madeleine can feel Anna May's warm breath on her lips as she speaks.
"I promise."
Then, she leans in all the way and presses her lips to Anna's.
The kiss gentle, like the promise that came before it.
Like it is a promise in itself.
When she pulls back, Anna May's eyes are closed, and she has a look of pure wonder on her face.
Madeleine chuckles, taking a step back to give her some space. "So... Does this mean I should tell Florence that we are going out to a restaurant, instead of... staying inside our bedroom?"
Anna May's eyes flash, and she reaches out to take hold of Madeleine's arm before she can step away further, eyes raking over her body the way Madeleine had expected, hoped for her to do when she first went to her this evening. She straightens her back, breathing in deeply when Anna May's gaze lingers on her breasts, and in an instant, Anna May has crowded her against the opposite shelf, hand in her carefully put up hairdo and her lips pressed harshly against her own.
Madeleine gasps into the kiss, her hands flying upwards to cling to Anna May's waist and back. "Anna –"
Anna May smirks, nipping at Madeleine's lower lip with her teeth. "We can go out for dinner after."
Madeleine moans, trying to chase Anna May's lips when she pulls away, but quickly catching on and not resisting when Anna May goes to lock the doors of the library before dragging her upstairs to her and Florence's bedroom.
Oh, tonight is going to be marvellous – and not only because she has every right to be smug about managing on the first try what Florence had been attempting for weeks.