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madeline was willing to do anything for helen. anything. but helen didn’t know that. helen thought she was a jealous bitch who wanted to ruin her life, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.
ernest had just been pushed by viola and the two women made it back to madeline’s home. they couldn’t get tired anymore but they were both drained, it was a long day.
“fuck mad how do you wear these outfits all the fucking time.”
helen stumbled into the door. the outfit mad gave her was appealing visually but was so uncomfortable. like discomfort she didn’t know was possible to feel when you’re dead.
“oh helen please stop with your foul language.”
madeline was already residing on the couch, one foot up taking her heels off. there was a stack of ‘VOGUE’ on the table next to her surrounded by lipsticks, perfumes and … cocaine. it was the most madeline environment one could imagine. just because it was a ‘madeline ashton thing’ doesn’t mean helen wasn’t concerned.
“madeline.”
the blonde knew she was in trouble when helen called her by her full name. even if their worst arguments it was always ‘mad’ or ‘mads’. helen said it fit her more, which she was offended with at first but over time she made peace with it.
madeline’s head reluctantly looked up from her shoes, with her signature pout on her face.
“yes helen….”
she said it with confidence but to be honest, she was nervous around helen. she didn’t know why. she just wanted to keep her happy although she’s aware it doesn’t look that way. she loves helen so much. she didn’t know why. why this love felt more intense than any of the others she’s had. she assumed it was just because it was platonic and she’s never really had any real platonic friends so that’s the way it was supposed to feel, if she had to guess a reason, that would be it.
“what’s with all the cocaine.” helen was dead serious. madeline on the other hand, she just let out a light hearted laugh.
“oh helen, i’m dead it won’t do anything to me.”
“madeline you’ve been dead for less than 24 hours and i know for a fact that has been sat there longer than 24 hours.”
all the blonde could do was slump back on the couch in defeat. she didn’t want to upset helen, she knew how much helen hated the drugs, especially when it was madeline doing them. she loved helen, she was her best friend. helen was still stood by the door just staring at madeline, waiting for her to stop her theatrics and start talking. she didn’t. instead the older woman heard her start crying, very subtle but she was still crying.
“come on madeline. i know you. just tell me.”
helen’s voice was firm but her voice is still comforting to madeline. after contemplating for what felt like years, madeline finally responded.
“because helen. because i have to. being in this industry and being old and a has-been. i need it to
keep me…. i don’t know helen. i started doing it when i was younger and its just kept me, me. i don’t know what to do please don’t hate me.”
helen’s heart broke for a second. then she realised this is the same old madeline ashton that she’s always knew. the one that stole her boyfriends, the one that always made her feel less than. the same. the same. the same.
“i could never hate you. i don’t like you that much but i guess i love you.”
madeline started crying even more. helen suddenly started to wonder if she said something wrong. the whole time they’ve known each other she’s never seen her like this. they both knew they didn’t like each other. loved each other, yes. liked? never.
“oh my god you don’t LIKE me. is it the drugs i’ll stop them please helen i’ll try.”
madeline’s sobs grew louder and helen’s confusion just grew. madeline ashton has never been this needy. ever. it made helen think. why had madeline suddenly changed like this. ever since ernest was pushed, something changed in her. like someone flipped a switch.
“madeline it’s not just the drugs.”
helen slowly started walking towards the couch as she continued what she’s saying.
“it’s the way you’ve always treated me like i don’t deserve as much as you. like the way you only want to see me when you’re feeling down so my ‘sad little life’ makes you feel better. the way you steal all my boyfriends just to prove you can have them. we fucking know you can madeline. you’re blonde with a pretty face and perfect tits. everyone wants you.”
she was cut off by madeline’s muffled sobs. playing the victim… again.
all madeline could think was how much she couldn’t lose helen. especially right now. she loved her. she’d do anything for her. she gets complimented 100x a day but nothing compared the way helen did, even if it was backhanded. it made her feel … different. she sniffed and tried to stop her cries as much as she could.
“you think i have a pretty face.” her eyes lit up as she turned to helen, who was now sat right next her on the sofa. suddenly something overtook madeline. looking right in to helen’s perfect eyes, she leaned in and kissed her. helen let herself sink in to the kiss before practically throwing madeline off her.
“madeline what the fuck. i pour my heart out to you about how shit you’ve treated me the last few years and all you think is to kiss me? are you that desperate after not getting any male attention the last 10 years. do you just want me to fuck you madeline. newsflash, i’m not a middle aged man who found you attractive in the 90s. i’m your oldest friend who knows every single intention behind every one of your actions.”
the room fell silent as madeline stared blankly at her.
“except you don’t.”
it was almost whispered.
helen immediately felt guilt about what she said. she knew how important vanity was to madeline. she knew it was her whole worth, not to the world but to herself. she never believed in herself. she got fresh filler for every negative thought she had about herself. she moved closer to madeline and was met with the blondes eyes, softer than she’d ever seen them.
“what’s that supposed to mean.” helen was genuinely curious this time. it wasn’t snarky or a sarcastic comment, she really wanted to know what went on in madeline’s head.
“you don’t know my intentions. i stole all your boyfriends because i wanted YOU. i always upstaged you to impress YOU. i’d always brag to impress YOU. and yes i’ve only just realised that myself but… they were my intentions. i’ve never kissed ernest the way i just kissed you but now i know exactly what you think about me.”
helens face dropped. she no longer wanted to throttle madeline for everything she’s done, she done it all for her. granted, she could have tried to impress her another way but it was madeline. she didn’t know how other people function. the red haired woman moved closer to her.
“what do you mean… exactly what i think about you.”
madeline let their eyes meet for the first time since she kissed her.
“you think im some crazed nymphomaniac who only cares about male attention.”
helen realised that’s pretty much exactly what she said as she seen madeline’s face. truly hurt. she couldn’t defend those actions but she was sure gonna try.
“mad. i said that before i realised what you were doing. i thought you were just out to get me. i thought our whole friendship was just to make you look better. i didn’t realise you were…”
madeline laughed for the first time in this whole conversation, like she hadn’t just confessed her love and been cruelly pushed away and called a sex addict.
“you didn’t realise i was what… gay? in love with you? i’m an actress remember hel.”
helen laughed with her. because it was true. nobody could have ever guessed that MADELINE ASHTON was a lesbian. nevermind a lesbian in love with helen sharp.
then the laughter faded away and madeline’s smile dropped.
“so do you hate me.”
helen grabbed her, they were closer than they’ve ever been. madeline’s head was resting on helen’s shoulder, with the older woman’s arm around her waist. this is where she’s meant to be. wrapped in the arms of the woman she loves. even if she doesn’t love her back.
“even when i hated you i didn’t. madeline ashton i love you. i don’t know what’s in your perfume or whatever but ive been in love with you for years. i just had to compress it and remind myself that you’re a nasty bitch.”
before madeline could even bite back helen carried on.
“MY nasty bitch.”
madeline started laughing before lifting her head up and holding helen’s face.
“so you really do love me or are you just saying that so i shutup.”
“oh my god you’re so stupid madeline. of course i love you. i want you.”
madeline jumped towards her and planted a kiss on her lips. a long kiss. an extremely long kiss, with some wandering hands. when they stopped kissing madeline’s hands were still cupping helen’s breasts.
“keeping your hands occupied i see mads.”
helen teased her as she looked down towards madeline’s hands feeling up her cleavage.
“i’m not wasting another minute without this body. speaking of this body, who is your surgeon these are GREAT.”
madeline was fixated on helen’s boobs, the way they look, the way they feel. they were perfect. helen just laughed at her.
“wow madeline you really ARE gay aren’t you, i know you’re never one to half complete a job but you’ve REALLLYYY came out haven’t you. and also no surgeon, violas potion. same thing happened to you baby look.”
helen reached for madeline’s boobs and watched her face light up at the contact.
“i guess i was too fixated on yours.”
“oh it’s all coming out now isn’t it little miss perfect.”
both women fell into a fit of laughter, eyes still fixated on each other. when madeline’s eyes suddenly switched. from happiness to pure sex. she looked helen up and down, studying every curve of her body. she leaned over to helen, planting small kisses on her neck. moaning. she climbed on top of helen’s lap, pulling helen’s hair so her head tips back giving madeline more room to leave marks. as soon as the blonde pulled her hair, she heard helen moan.
“well i guess i know what you’re into.”
she stopped kissing her neck and started kissing her on the mouth, with more passion than ever. she pulled her hair even harder which made helen moan. loud.
“oh baby if i had known you’re into this i could have started teasing you all these years ago.”
helen wondered how madeline now had the high ground, for the last hour she was the weak one. and now she’s hypnotised by every touch of the blonde woman.
“does me pulling your hair make you wet.”
before helen could reply, madeline crashed her lips right against hers. without looking her hand found its way between helen’s legs, teasing her inner thigh. when she finally touched where helen wanted her, she pulled her hair. even. harder. which made helen practically scream. madeline didn’t warn her, she put two fingers straight inside her.
the sensation of her hair getting pulled and madeline ashton inside her. finally. this is all she’s ever wanted.
“faster. mad. go fas…” helen could barely get her words out. madeline was fucking her harder and harder. she didn’t know if she’d be able to walk again after this, and she can’t even feel pain.
the sound of madeline’s voice talking dirty to her whilst she’s getting fucked senseless was enough to bring her over the edge.
“oh helen my beautiful girl. you’re taking me so well.”
it was at this point she shoved 3 fingers inside of her.
“oh… m..y….. GOD MADELINE.”
helen was trying to keep herself from coming.
“mmm good girl.”
helen couldn’t take it anymore. she screamed as her orgasm hit her, coming all over madeline’s fingers. madeline climbed off her and lay her head across helen’s lap, who was still moaning.
“no wonder you’re a nymph, you’re fucking good at it.”
“i’m a nymph? you’re the one who just fucked MY fingers. for the record, every man i fucked i closed my eyes and pretended it was your fingers. only thing that got me off. now shutup and taste yourself.”
madeline shoved her fingers, still covered in helen’s juices, into the other woman’s mouth, forcing helen to moan again…
madeline was just staring at her, transfixed.
“oh maybe i am a sex addict because all i wanna do right now is make that sound come out of your mouth again and again.”
“is that a promise.”
helen winked at her before madeline stood up and ran to the stairs, one heel on. she held her hand out for helen to grab. they ran up the stairs together into madeline’s bedroom like teenagers.
madeline did in fact make that sound come out of her mouth again and again.