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It was quiet in the Ashton-Sharp Manor. Which only happened in two circumstances: when Madeline was asleep or when Madeline was out of the house. On this occasion, it was the latter.
Helen had draped herself across the sofa in her office, book in hand, revelling in the rare moments of silence. Madeline was out filming today. Her first day on the set of a new film after having taken a little break.
And while Helen loved Madeline deeply, the blonde could be a little much at times. Peppering Helen with questions, telling stories, giving one woman performances. Which often made it difficult for Helen to read, or write, or do anything that meant her sole focus wasn’t on Madeline.
So she enjoyed these moments of peace and quiet, hoping to finish reading her current book before Madeline arrived home.
Lost in lands of make believe, Helen almost didn’t hear the front door opening. She did, however, hear the operatic tones of her partner echoing throughout the halls.
Despite the breach of peace, Helen couldn’t help but smile as the voice became closer.
“Helly! I’m home!”
Helen kept her book open, eyes hovering over the same sentence, before bookmarking her place and closing the book. Finishing this book would have to wait until another day, she thought.
“Helly, where are you?”
Helen chuckled to herself, hearing the pout in the blonde’s voice without even needing to see her face. The redhead didn’t bother answering, knowing Madeline would find her all on her own.
Only seconds later, Madeline appeared in the doorway. Her face lit up as her eyes met Helen’s, a squeak of excitement escaping her.
She bounded over to Helen, immediately collapsing on top her. Helen was only too happy to reciprocate, wrapping her arms around Madeline’s waist.
Their lips met and any frustration that Helen may have felt about her peace being interrupted melted away. All that existed was Madeline.
They pulled away, but still stayed firmly in each other’s personal space (Madeline didn’t know the meaning of personal space).
“Hi,” Madeline said coyly, in a way reserved only for Helen.
“Hi baby.”
“I missed you.”
The admission made Helen’s still heart skip a beat. Despite having committed eternity to each other, small things like that still made Helen happier than she would admit.
“I missed you too. How was your day?”
“Oh I thought you’d never ask! Well-“
Madeline set about her theatrical retelling of her day. Helen just listened, content to bask in Madeline’s glow and post-filming excitement.
Helen loved the quiet, but she loved Madeline Ashton and all of her muchness more.