Worked
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Pairing: Madison Montgomery x Reader
Words: 618
Warnings: After Sex, Strong Language, Marking
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Y/N winced at the fabric of her shirt dragging across her skin. Light scratches trailed up and down her back, and the nail marks dug into her shoulders and hips hadn't even begun to fade. They were purposefully put there- all of them. The scratches, the marks, every bruise starting to darken, and even the faint smudges of lipstick, they were all left on her skin on purpose.
She liked seeing herself like this after the fact. Yet she didn't show it just yet. She couldn't. She wouldn't let Madison know she found any enjoyment in any of this. She always waited to admire it while she was alone when she found herself thinking about Madison and every time they did this.
"Something wrong?"
Y/N looked over her shoulder at Madison, scoffing at her question. She wasn't willing to entertain her anymore for the day. She stood from the bed and reached for the rest of her clothing on the floor. "You're so fucking annoying," her volume was low, but not so low that Madison couldn't hear. That was on purpose too. She knew she was pissing her off already. Recently it had been a lot easier to make her mad than it was before. She shook her head, pulling on her bottoms.
The two witches had let this to fall into a routine. It was repetitive: a few days of normal, civil behavior, arguments that grew more and more heated and even less significant as time went on, and then they would release all of that anger they had for the other locked in their bedrooms. The solution was found randomly- completely by chance through a mix of alcohol and too many different types of pent up aggression. But it worked. Lips and hands trailing up their bodies worked. Gasps and moans in the privacy of their rooms worked. Pulling hairs and biting down on skin worked.
It worked for them even if it was temporary. More importantly, it worked for everyone. Everyone was able to live in peace for a time being. Away from screaming and yelling and unnecessary insults being thrown in every and any direction. Maybe that's why no one said anything about it. Well no one said anything to them at least.
They loved to talk about it behind their backs actually. It was easy entertainment for the other girls. The conversation was usually started by Coco and Queenie. They would look over their shoulders, waiting for their conversation to be interrupted by either of the witches or Cordelia and Misty. And it would usually end when one of the four walked in, surveying guilty faces.
Madison laughed as she sat up on her knees in Y/N's direction. She smirked, a look all too familiar to anyone that knew the blonde. There was an unlit cigarette in between her fingers. She wiggled it back and forth as she looked at Y/N up and down. "Can you really hate me so much if you fuck me so often?" she tilted her head, smirk even bigger now as she watched Y/N's reaction.
Y/N rolled her eyes, straightening her shirt and shaking her head as she stared back at Madison. "You're miserable," Y/N sighed. She wasn't amused, couldn't even force herself to be. The only part she enjoyed start to finish was over with. Now all she could do was wait until they repeated their cycle. "Don't fucking talk to me," she started out of the room, rolling her eyes once again.
"And I'm miserable? Whatever!" Madison sat back down on her bed. Fighting a smile as she watched Y/N leave her room, slamming the door behind her.