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Helen had first noticed Madeline had an oral fixation when they were college roommates. All of the pens and pencils she’d use had the tips chewed to hell. If she wore a necklace, nine times out of ten, the chain or charm dangling off of it would end up in her mouth. Plus, the blonde had a special talent for giving blowjobs to her boyfriends, Helen’s boyfriends, and any casting director that’d give her a part.
Over the years, as they grew up and grew apart, Helen didn’t see much more of Madeline’s tendency to put something in her mouth. The only glimpses she saw were when magazines displayed pictures of a very hungover Madeline with a cigarette dangling between her lips after a night of partying. Helen knew Madeline didn’t really like cigarettes; she claimed it was “Hollywood Aesthetic”, though, so she’d smoke a few if a camera was pointed at her.
Then there was the whole Ernest thing (fiancé-stealing/public wedding fiasco galore) and Helen went ten years without seeing Madeline in person. (Of course, due to her obsession with the woman and the visceral need to murder her for ruining her life, she took in every piece of media she could find of the actress once she’d escaped the “health spa”.) And now they were stuck together, for an actual eternity, and Helen became very aware of Madeline’s habits once again.
For a while, they had been busy. Madeline’s career was getting back on track with a few role offers and Helen had continued her book tour for “Hollywood Ending”. Months went by with them coexisting, getting into petty arguments, and taking turns apologizing, which was something new they were trying out. When Madeline finally had a break from filming and press, she was home more often than not. It surprised Helen because the Madeline she used to know was a busy-bee who loved to party. She supposed ten years of obscurity had changed the woman somewhat, making her a bit of a homebody because home felt safe.
With Madeline’s break from filming and Helen working from home on her new book, Helen noticed that Madeline’s habit of putting things in her mouth had in fact not gone away and quite possibly had become worse. Especially when the woman was anxious or upset.
They were lounging on the couch one afternoon, watching a rerun of a sitcom Madeline had guest starred in years ago. Helen sat in the corner of the couch, giggling at Madeline’s comedic timing while Madeline was curled under two blankets, knees to her chest, the tip of one finger between her lips. Helen noticed that Madeline was not providing her usual commentary of things that happened while on set or complimenting herself on how pretty she was, which was odd. The blonde loved talking about herself and her work.
As Helen observed, she realized that Madeline had been chewing on her own fingers a lot more lately and she wondered if for some reason, it was no longer working.
“Does that really help you?”
Madeline didn’t tear her eyes away from the screen, a deep furrow etched into her eyebrows. “Does what really help me?” she mumbled before adding the tip of her middle finger into her mouth so two of them were being suckled on gently.Two fingers was never a good sign.
Shaking her head, Helen reached over and poked where Madeline’s waist should be under the pile of blankets, causing the woman to squirm and whine when she hit her target. “That,” she nodded towards Madeline. “Your fingers?”
Madeline finally tore her gaze away from the television, blue eyes filled with confusion. “My fingers?”
Helen rolled her eyes. “You cannot tell me you’ve never realized you suck on something to soothe yourself.”
Madeline began to smirk, lips parting to make some sort of joke, but Helen quickly held up her hand to stop her.
“That was not an invitation to voice whatever crude thought just popped into your head.”
This time, Madeline rolled her eyes. “Well, yeah, I like having something in my mouth. Ernest called it an oral fixation.”
“He was correct.”
“Ew,” Madeline whined, pouting. “Don’t agree with him.”
Helen chuckled lightly, her attention turning back towards the TV. “It’s a fact, Mad. You’ve had an oral fixation your whole life.”
Madeline scoffed in reply, but didn’t deny it.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, the sitcom continuing to play on the screen. Helen peeked over again and noticed there were now the tips of three fingers in Madeline’s mouth and her jaw was tense. Helen tilted her head curiously, a thought running through her mind.
“Mad.”
“Hmm?”
“Come here.”
Madeline didn’t even question her. With her eyes still glued to herself on the screen and her fingers still in her mouth, the blonde simply crawled over to Helen, laying down as Helen guided her, until her head was in the author’s lap. Gently, Helen grabbed Madeline’s wrist and pulled her hand away from her mouth.
“Hey–” Madeline began to gripe, but Helen did something that shocked her into complete silence.
She shoved her own finger between the actress’s lips.
Wide, blue eyes stared up at Helen, frozen and surprised at what she’d done. Helen felt embarrassment licking at her neck and face, but she stared Madeline down, raising one eyebrow at her.
“Better?” she asked, her dead heart phantom beating faster in her chest.
Madeline’s lips closed a little tighter around Helen’s finger. She had shoved it in up to the second knuckle so it lay flat against Madeline’s tongue and the blonde slowly began to suckle on it. Instantly, the muscles in her body melted, her eyes fluttering shut as she relaxed. Helen smiled at the sight.
A moment passed and Madeline lazily opened her eyes, her eyebrows pinched. “Hel...”
“It’s okay, Mad,” Helen cooed at her, her other hand petting the blonde’s hair. “Just relax, honey.”
Madeline let out a sigh and let her eyes close again.
It was only a few minutes before the blonde was asleep.
“So, how long did it take for Ernest to find out about your oral fixation?”
“Like, maybe a few days after the wedding?”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I was kind of a wreck. He couldn’t get me off his dick to save his life.”
“Jesus.”
Madeline was filming again.
The part in her next project was much bigger than the first few so she was working longer hours, leaving Helen alone in the house while she worked on her book. Helen had made some good headway on it, cranking out a few chapters. Her publisher was thrilled, even if it wasn’t another tell-all book about a well-known washed up Hollywood actress.
When the door slammed loud enough to startle the author into nearly falling out of her desk chair, Helen knew something was very wrong. Heels clacked on marble floors, the sound echoing in the home and getting closer as Madeline marched upstairs. Helen watched as the blonde strode past her office door without even a glance inside. She frowned, standing from her chair, and walked cautiously in the direction of Madeline’s bedroom.
Madeline was face down on the bed, starfished out on top of the covers, looking tiny on the California KIng. Helen approached her, noticing the rise and fall of her back, breathing out of habit.
“Mad?”
“Mmph,” came the muffled, frustrated reply.
Helen crawled onto the bed, sitting on her knees beside the prostrate woman. “Did you have a bad day?”
“Mmhm.”
Helen faux-pouted and placed her hand on Madeline’s back so she could rub gentle circles between her shoulder blades. “Aw, poor thing. Do you want a cuddle?”
Madeline tilted her head to the side, peeking at Helen with one eye open. “Yeah.”
Smirking, Helen settled herself beside the actress, letting Madeline roll over into her embrace. She held Madeline around her shoulders, her cheek resting against Helen’s breast. They laid there for a while, but Helen noticed Madeline was still tense in her arms. Carefully, she brought her finger to Madeline’s mouth, noticing the blonde already had two fingers there.
“You don’t have to–” she began to say, but Helen shushed her.
“Come on,” she coaxed her, tapping Madeline’s hand.
Madeline sighed and removed her fingers from her mouth, letting Helen slip her finger inside instead. Madeline’s hand curled around Helen’s, keeping her there as she began to gently suckle. Almost instantly, the woman relaxed, her eyes fluttering shut as she melted into Helen completely. Helen let out a short huff of laughter, leaning down to kiss Madeline’s head.
“Don’t laugh,” Madeline whined, words a bit jumbled due to the digit between her lips.
“I’m not laughing,” Helen defended, a smirk on her face as she lied through her teeth. When she felt the scrape of teeth on her finger, Helen gasped and attempted to slip her finger out of Madeline’s mouth. “Hey! No biting!” Her finger slipped free despite Madeline’s hold on her hand.
Madeline lifted her head, pouting. “No, I’m sorry! Put it back!” she exclaimed, gripping Helen’s wrist.
They both struggled, Helen fighting back laughter and Madeline cursing at her as they fought for dominance. Madeline straddled Helen’s waist and Helen tickled Madeline’s belly, causing Madeline to shriek and squirm. Finally, Madeline was able to secure two of Helen’s fingers back in her mouth and she collapsed on top of the author, wrapped completely around her, her face pressed into Helen’s neck.
“My god,” Helen huffed out a little breathless from the struggle. “You’re like a koala on a tree.”
“Mmm,” Madeline hummed, wiggling impossibly closer, taking the fingers in her mouth deeper. “Mah twee.”
Helen snorted in laughter, feeling Madeline giggling against her clavicle.
It became somewhat of a routine of theirs on Madeline’s bad days, and Helen had to keep reassuring Madeline whenever she offered to help. She was happy to do it and it wasn’t like Helen was needed all the time; sometimes Madeline was able to calm herself with her own thumb or the corner of her favorite blanket she’d had since she was a child.
“I’m just embarrassed,” Madeline confessed one day when the two were enjoying dinner together.
“Why?” Hele asked before taking a bite of her risotto.
Madeline shrugged, pushing her food around on her plate. “I wish I had a better outlet. I mean, I think an oral fixation while having sex is one thing, but to have it all the time? To need to have something in your mouth in order to feel calm?”
“It’s psychological, Mad,” Helen told her. “Usually it stems from some sort of childhood neglect such as being underfed or even overfed. It–”
“Ugh,” Madeline scoffed, cutting her off. “Of course Louise is responsible for my bad habits.”
“Mad,” Helen snickered, shaking her head. “You can’t blame everything on–”
“I can and I will,” Madeline huffed, defiantly jutting her chin out. “That woman passed me off to nannies any chance she could get. I had six dads by the time I was twelve. The only attention I actually got from her was when I fucked up an audition and she berated me for hours and made me practice over and over and–”
“Madeline.”
The blonde blinked, coming out of her memories, her cheeks flushed. “Anyway, it’s embarrassing.”
Before she could think of the repercussions, Helen blurted, “I think it’s cute.”
Madeline lifted an eyebrow at her and Helen squirmed uneasily in her seat. “You think it’s cute?”
“Yeah,” she muttered, looking down at her plate as she stabbed into some salad leaves. “You look all sweet and innocent. You… you're so rarely vulnerable and it's nice to see you be a human sometimes.”
“You literally killed me,” she reminded Helen, a small grin on her lips. “I think that proves I'm human.”
“And yet, here you sit, alive forever,” Helen replied with a sigh before taking a bite of the salad.
“Touché.”
Once Madeline's filming wrapped, she was exhausted. The press for one of her smaller projects was going to start soon so she spent as much time as possible relaxing before life became hectic again. Helen knew Madeline had missed that part of her life, the buzz, the paparazzi, the stalkers, but she must have forgotten how tiring it all was because she had been sleeping for what felt like days on end.
Helen had coaxed the actress from her room, prompting her with a movie in the unnecessary movie theater Madeline had in her mansion. Within minutes of the film starting, Madeline had laid her head in Helen's lap and fallen asleep. Helen sighed, smiling down at the woman, her fingers running through soft blonde tresses.
As the movie played on, Madeline shifted onto her side, pressing her face into Helen's belly. She noticed the frown on Madeline's face at the lack of softness where her tummy used to be, her own lips turning down. Helen used to hate that part of herself but now that it was no longer there, she found that she missed it quite a lot.
Madeline grumbled, her hand reaching up and searching for something. Helen watched as the actress whined in her sleep, not finding the comfort she was seeking.
“Mad,” she whispered, trying to adjust her position so she could cradle Madeline in her arms.
When Madeline's cheek met the softness of Helen's breast, she sighed in content, the tip of her thumb hooked behind her two front teeth. Helen relaxed again, watching Madeline more than she watched the movie playing. The woman in her arms had always been gorgeous, but there was something about how she looked while at complete peace. There was no mask, no front she was putting on to deceive others into believing she was stronger than she felt on the inside. Helen loved this version of Madeline.
The movie was nearing its climax. Helen forced her eyes back to the screen but the woman in her arms drew her attention once again when she began to stir, her fingers hooking in the front of Helen's tank top. Helen opened her mouth to say something but then Madeline grumbled in her sleep and tugged the cotton material down. Her mouth opened and she pressed her lips to the softness of Helen's breast, her tongue hot against her flesh as she began to suck.
Helen gawked at the image before her, completely frozen. Her nipple had puckered the moment the cool air hit her skin and Madeline's nose was now pressing against it, her lips latched to the spot just to the side of the dark pink bud. The blonde had settled again, her eyebrows relaxed, breathing even against Helen. The redhead didn't know what to do. This was not at all what she meant when she offered to help. To be fair, Madeline was still asleep, unaware of what she was doing. Helen knew she should wake her, but she felt bad for disturbing her sleep.
As she was trying to figure out what to do, Madeline's eyes fluttered open. She slowly pulled back, confused as to where exactly she was for a moment. Her eyes stared at the breast before her and then darted to Helen's shocked face, blue meeting green. When she realized what she'd done, Madeline squeaked and practically flung herself off of the couch.
“Oh my god!” she exclaimed from the floor, scooting herself back until she was across the room. “Hel, I'm so sorry!”
Helen shook her head, waving her hands in front of her. “No, Mad, it's okay–”
“It's so not,” Madeline replied, her hands covering her face as she leaned against the wall, pulling her knees to her chest. “Don't tell me it's okay, Helen. I was… I had your… in my mouth… And that is not…”
Helen quickly realized Madeline's breathing was off. The actress was panicking and Helen felt her heart tug. She scrambled off the couch, crawling towards Madeline until she was sat in front of her. “Hey, Maddie,” she cooed, reaching out to gently touch her forearm. Luckily, Madeline didn't flinch like Helen expected her to. “Mad, you didn't do anything wrong.”
Madeline dropped her hands from her face, shooting Helen a look. “I had your boob in my mouth!”
“And?” Helen poorly defended. “You've literally painted my ass before, Mad. It's not like it's a part of me you've never seen.”
“But there's a difference between seeing it a-and… and–”
“Okay,” Helen said, cupping Madeline's face in her hands. “Look at me, Mad. Focus on me and my voice. You need to breathe, baby.”
“Don't–” Madeline gasped, her breath stuttering as she spoke, “tell me what t-to do.”
Helen smiled, shaking her head. “Come on, Maddie Lou. Show me how strong those lungs are.”
Madeline glared, her chest heaving. “F-fuck you, bitch.”
Helen laughed and saw a hint of a smile at Madeline's lips. After a few minutes of them staring at each other, Helen's thumbs brushing Madeline's cheeks with tenderness, Madeline was finally able to take a deep breath. Helen let her hands drop from the blonde's face and offered them to her so they could stand together.
Once they were on their feet, Helen noticed Madeline kept looking down at her chest. “Mad, I told you it was fi–”
"You have a hickey.”
Helen blinked, her eyes darting to her breast. Her face flushed when she realized it was still out of her shirt, and then she gawked when she saw a dark red bruise right beside her nipple where Madeline's mouth had been.
“Oh.”
Helen quickly lifted her shirt back over herself, avoiding eye contact.
“Helen,” Madeline whispered. “I'm sorry.”
Helen shook her head. “Don’t be. I told you I wanted to help you, didn’t I?”
Madeline swallowed, slowly nodding her head, still looking unsure of herself. Helen reached out and pulled the blonde into her arms. Madeline relaxed instantly, burying her nose into Helen’s shoulder.
“It’s okay, Mad. I promise.”
Things had been awkward. Not terribly awkward, but awkward nonetheless. Neither one of them had been walking on eggshells around the other but the tension was there like an elephant in the room. A few weeks had gone by and Madeline had not sought Helen out much, so it was somewhat of a surprise when Madeline came to Helen in the middle of the night.
She could feel the bed dip, the movement disturbing her sleep. Frowning, Helen blinked her eyes open and twisted around to see Madeline crawling into her bed behind her. “Hey,” she croaked out.
“Sorry,” Madeline whispered as she climbed under the covers. “I had a nightmare and didn’t want to be alone.”
“S’okay.”
Helen rolled onto her back, opening her arms to invite Madeline in to snuggle. Madeline quickly accepted the offer, draping herself over Helen, her head resting on the redhead’s chest, a leg kicked over her hips. Helen closed her eyes, her hand rubbing up and down Madeline’s back.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Madeline sighed, her hand curling into Helen’s t-shirt. “I dreamt about the premiere,” she said softly. “Everyone hated the movie. The media called it ‘The flop of the century’ and then called me a ‘washed-up hag’.”
Helen snorted in amusement and Madeline gasped in offense, lifting her head to stare at her friend.
“That’s not funny, Hel!” she exclaimed, though Helen could see the hint of a smile on the blonde’s lips.
Helen quickly buried her laughter, schooling her face back into a more neutral expression. “Sorry. I’m sorry. Go on.”
Madeline huffed, laying her head back down. “I’m just… nervous. What if no one likes it? What if no one likes me? What if–”
“Mad,” Helen interrupted, feeling the woman tensing more and more in her arms as she slowly spiraled. “You’re catastrophizing.”
“Well I can’t help it!” Madeline said, trying to stifle a sob by pressing her face hard into Helen’s chest. “I-I c-can’t–”
“Ssshh,” Helen soothed, rubbing her back, the fingers of her other hand carding through Madeline’s soft hair.
Madeline said nothing more and Helen could sense that she was trying to force herself to relax. After a few minutes, Madeline was still stiff in Helen’s arms. The author let an idea play in her head for a moment, wondering if she was brave enough to ask the question sitting on the tip of her tongue.
“Hey, Mad?”
Madeline sniffled. “Hmm?”
Helen bit her bottom lip hard, opening her eyes and staring at the ceiling for some confidence. “Can I… try something? To help you?”
“I love your voice, but I don’t know if a lullaby will help right now, Helly.”
“You love my voice?”
“Not the point.”
Helen’s dead heart fluttered and she smiled briefly before nerves caused it to vanish. “No, um… I was thinking…”
Madeline lifted her head, staring down at the author, confused by her hesitation to simply voice what was on her mind.
“I-I know you like… things in your mouth.”
“That’s what she said,” Madeline mumbled, the joke coming out quickly, as if it were involuntary. Then she blinked, frowning. “We’ve already established this, by the way.”
Helen smirked, ignoring the joke, and continued on. “Well, I just… I noticed you also like skin-on-skin contact. And well…” She paused, her eyes darting back and forth between Madeline’s, before she finally let out a frustrated sigh. Her hand reached down, grabbing the hem of her shirt, and she yanked it up until it was bunched under her arms, her generous breasts free to the open air.
Madeline gawked down at Helen, seemingly speechless at the unspoken offer.
“It doesn’t have to be weird,” Helen quickly said, body buzzing with mild panic. “You can say no, Mad. I won’t make you. I just think this might be helpful in a lot of ways.”
Madeline kept glancing between Helen’s green eyes and the display of her offered breasts that were sitting pretty on top of her chest. They looked so soft, forming two perfectly round mounds, the dark pink nipples already pointed from the cool bedroom air.
“Is–” Madeline tried to say, voice tight. She swallowed harshly, licking her lips before trying again. “Are you sure it’s–”
Helen reached up to cup the blonde’s face, her thumb caressing her sharp cheekbone. “Let’s try.”
Devastatingly slowly, Helen guided Madeline down towards her breast. She could feel the hot puff of her breath upon her skin, her nipples tightening even more, and Helen held in a moan at the sensation. With a bit of hesitation, Madeline covered Helen’s nipple with her lips, closing around the bud until she was fully latched on.
It was instantaneous; both women let out deep, content sighs. Madeline’s eyes fluttered shut, her tongue hot against Helen’s nipple. Helen could not deny how much she loved the feeling of Madeline’s wet mouth suckling at her, but she shoved the thought aside, wanting to make sure her focus was on Madeline and her needs.
“What do you think?” she gently asked, her hand cradling the back of Madeline’s head.
The woman had already fully melted into her, her limbs heavy like they were filled with lead, her eyes barely open as an almost catatonic state enveloped the blonde. All Madeline could do was nod, refusing to let her lips drift from around Helen’s nipple. Helen smiled, her head dropping back against the pillow, all of her worries floating away.
“I don't want you to be worried to use me like this, Mad,” Helen told her, eyes closing. “I like being a comfort for you. It makes me feel like I really am your person.”
The confession was whispered but felt loud in both of their ears. For a moment, Helen feared she went a step too far, but then she felt the delicate touch of fingertips upon her chin. Her eyes opened and she saw Madeline gazing up at her, her nipple still trapped between the blonde's suckling lips. Madeline looked at her adoringly, her half-lidded eyes filled with tender care and appreciation. Her fingers traced Helen's jaw back and forth a few times before they drifted into Helen's red hair splayed upon the pillow. Madeline's fingers tangled in the strands and Helen watched as her eyes finally slid closed, her breathing evening out fully.
Helen smiled and watched Madeline for a few minutes, letting the woman's gentle suckling lull her into slumber.
Helen suppressed a shiver as the paint brush stroked across her collar bone with careful precision. Madeline sat before her in a silk robe, her eyebrows furrowed as she concentrated on painting every detail back into Helen’s skin. A lollipop was dangling out of the blonde’s mouth and Helen couldn’t help but think she looked absolutely adorable as she sucked on the candy.
It was the morning of the premiere of Madeline’s film and they were doing some paint touch-ups before Madeline’s glam squad arrived to get them ready for the red carpet. Surprisingly, the actress had been rather calm all day. Aside from the other night when she crawled into bed with Helen after her nightmare, she’d been acting pretty normal. Helen was glad her friend had overcome her fear of returning to the spotlight. She just hoped everything went well at the premiere tonight.
A crunch sounded as Madeline bit down on her lollipop. After a few minutes of chewing, Helen expected Madeline to take out the paper stick and toss it in the trash, but she kept it in her mouth. She swapped the stick from left to right, and at one point she held it between her teeth, giving Helen a view of the chewed paper inside her mouth.
“Mad,” she laughed, reaching up and snatching the stick away.
“Hey!” Madeline whined. “I was chewing on that!”
“I know,” Helen replied as she tossed it in the little trash can they kept in the “paint room”. It was really one of the extra bedrooms, but Madeline had converted it into a makeshift “art studio” for them not long after Helen moved in. “You were basically eating paper. That candy has been gone for at least ten minutes now.”
Madeline pouted as she dipped her brush into the paint before she swiped it carefully across Helen’s sternum. “So? I was perfectly content eating the paper, thank you very much.”
Helen rolled her eyes. Then, she bit her lip, staring at Madeline for a moment as she contemplated her next words. “Do you need me?”
Madeline frowned, keeping her gaze on the woman’s chest as she painted. She clearly did not understand Helen’s question. “Do I need you to what?”
Helen slowly grabbed Madeline’s wrist, pulling her hand and the paintbrush away from her body. The action caused Madeline to look up at Helen, the cutest confused expression etched into her beautiful face. “Do you need me, Mad?”
It took a solid five seconds for the words to register in Madeline’s mind; Helen could practically see the cogs turning behind her blue eyes. The blonde’s eyebrows lifted and she blinked rapidly for a few seconds, her mouth opening and closing. A blush formed on her cheeks.
“Oh. Um…”
Knowing she was struggling to voice it, Helen let go of her wrist and brought her hand to Madeline’s cheek. “I told you to ask if you needed me, Mad. You don’t have to suck on lollipops or chew on straws – and yes, I did see you chew that plastic straw to smithereens the other day – I was serious when I said you can come to me. I thought you understood that.”
Madeline sighed, her shoulders deflating. “I did. I do understand. I just… I don't want you to think I’m so needy all the time.”
Helen let out a laugh, dropping her hand from Madeline’s cheek. “You’ve been needy our entire lives. This is not news to me. You just suck at asking for help. Usually, you demand it or just take it. I want this to be like that. I want you to use me whenever you feel.”
Madeline’s eyes lit up and Helen just knew she was about to say something crass.
“Helen Jean Sharp, do you have a free-use kink?”
It was Helen’s turn to blush and stutter for words. “I– I did not say– That’s–”
Madeline’s eyes gleamed with humor. She placed her hand on Helen’s arm, giggling. “I was kidding, Hel.”
Helen let out a breath and wiped a hand over her face. “Jesus, Mad.”
Madeline bit her lip to contain her giggles and Helen couldn’t help but smile in return. After a moment of staring at each other, Madeline seemed to steel herself and return to her painting task, her eyes avoiding Helen’s gaze.
“Anyway, um,” she began, the slightest hint of trepidation in her tone, “I am pretty keyed up today. I did yoga and meditated and I’ve eaten like, twenty lollipops already.” She sighed. “I’m nervous.”
“It’s okay to be nervous,” Helen assured her. “I’m actually sort of surprised. You’ve seemed so put-together this week.”
Madeline shrugged as she set the paint brush back down. She grabbed the fan nearby and flipped the switch so Helen could dry faster. “I was mostly fine this week. But the premiere is today and I didn’t sleep well and we have people coming to the house and… Yeah, it’s just a lot and I got in my own head again this morning.”
Helen reached out and grabbed Madeline’s hand, lacing their fingers together. “I get it, honey.” She glanced at her phone on the table beside them, noting the time. “We have about an hour and a half before your glamour folks show up. Want to lay down with me after my paint dries?”
“Folks,” Madeline repeated, teasing. “Jesus, you're not that old, Hel. Because if you're old then I'm old and we both know I'm only 30. Just a sprout.”
Helen rolled her eyes. “Okay, sprout. So, it wasn't you who lost their finger last week in the pool?”
“I said I wasn't old, Helen. I never said I wasn't dead.”
Helen shook her head as she laughed and Madeline grinned, squeezing her fingers in appreciation.
“To answer your question… Yes, I would very much like to lay down with you before the chaos begins.”
Once they were certain Helen’s paint was dry, they walked to Helen’s room together, chatting about the dresses they were wearing that evening. They climbed into the bed and Helen grabbed the remote from the nightstand, closing the automatic curtains and dousing the room in darkness. The moment she laid back on the bed, Madeline was right there, molding herself to Helen’s front, her cheek resting against her shoulder. Helen hadn’t put her robe back on, knowing Madeline would want the skin-to-skin contact so, she was nude from the waist up, only a pair of shorts covering her lowering half. Her fingers automatically began to play with Madeline’s soft hair, and the feeling of the woman’s familiar weight on top of her caused Helen to fully relax.
Madeline’s lips were pressed against Helen’s neck. She pecked a kiss there a few times before sealing her lips to the spot. Helen briefly thought about the fact that if she left a bruise, they’d have to paint her again before Madeline’s team showed up later.
A few minutes went by before Madeline eventually lifted away from her neck to peer at Helen. Helen smiled encouragingly at her and the blonde adjusted herself so she could rest against Helen comfortably with her head on her chest. Slowly, her hand cupped Helen’s breast and she brought it to her mouth, drawing her nipple between her lips. Helen shuddered at the sensation and swallowed down the moan that threatened to escape. If she was going to offer herself like this to Madeline then she needed to control her body to not react as best she could manage.
Madeline whimpered, her mouth suckling so gently. Her tongue flattened over Helen’s nipple, the ridged bumps along the surface of the muscle causing Helen’s eyes to close tightly, the sensation divine. Madeline lifted off the bud, the wet ‘smack’ sound of her lips parting from Helen’s delicate skin loud in the otherwise quiet room. Helen opened her eyes to see Madeline staring down at her breast curiously before then she dove back in again, capturing the pink nipple between her lips. She repeated the action, letting go before latching on again and again until finally Helen stopped her.
“What are you doing?” she asked, desperately hoping that her slightly labored breathing was not as evident as it felt.
Madeline glanced up at her. “Men were always so fascinated by my boobs. I mean, who wouldn’t be? They’re great.” She leaned down, sucking on Helen’s nipple, and then she drew back, letting the flesh slip from between her lips, Helen’s breast bouncing against her chest. “Anyway, I think I get why now. This is fun.”
“Mad."
“What?” she asked, grinning. “It is! You should try–” She stopped suddenly, her eyes widening.
Helen frowned, confused at the change in demeanor. “What? I should try what?”
“Nothing,” Madeline replied, shaking her head. “Never mind. Let’s just nap.”
And with that, she dropped her head back to Helen’s chest and stuffed her mouth full of her breast, effectively shutting herself up.
As they drifted off to sleep together, Helen couldn’t help but wonder if Madeline was about to tell Helen to try sucking on a woman’s breast (or Madeline’s breast, maybe?) herself just to see how fun it is. Helen was not opposed to either option, which should have shocked her at least a little, but somehow did not. And she definitely did not fall asleep to the image of her mouth on Madeline’s body at all.