Are you jealous?
Pairing: La Contesse Madelaine d'Artois x Ana Lopez
Fandom: Dimension 20: City Council of Darkness
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Summary:
Ana and Madelaine in their little make-out corner during the movie mixer.
It was in the middle of the movie when Madelaine excused herself from their lascivious activities to talk to her friends; not long after, Cal followed her.
Now, Ana Lopez was left in their little picnic blanket on the ground watching two of her lovers - is that the word? - talk to the organizers of the movie-slash-business mixer. She can’t help but stare and bite her lip strong enough to taste blood in her mouth. She realized this is her adult version of a tantrum, where foot stomping is replaced by turning every reaction inward, far from the prying eyes of this small town. Can you blame her though? Madelaine only met Cal tonight and she had already paraded him around, clinging to him like a snake to a tree.
The college senior stood up and was about to leave when she heard the sultry voice of her French friend. She turned around and saw her walking towards her. Just her. Before the redhead can say anything else, Ana decided to seize the moment.
“Having fun?” Her tone undoubtedly laced with bitterness.
Madelaine stopped for a moment, face painted with confusion, before continuing her approach.
“What is the problem?”
“Nothing,” she lied, her body already buzzing from being pissed. “Are you and Cal having fun, with your scary movies and special meetings?”
An eyebrow arched in Madelaine’s face as she took a step closer.
“Ana,” her voice sweet and soothing, like she’s talking to a child, which in Ana’s defense was what she was feeling at the moment. “Did I not say that I would want my friends to meet with your Cal Whittaker?”
On any given day, Ana would have remembered that. She’s not one to lose track of things. However, something in the air has changed ever since Madelaine came up to her that night. She remembered brief mentions of her fiancé but not as vividly as how the other woman tasted.
She nodded and allowed the woman to get even closer, crowding her with her presence and Chanel No. 5 perfume. She lowered her gaze, afraid that she might pounce on her the way she did a couple nights ago.
“Then what is wrong?” Ana could not say because Ana does not even have words to identify what was going on. It felt like there was a switch that only Madelaine d’Artois could turn on and she turned it the fuck on.
“Are you jealous?” Her head snapped up to look at the redhead, who was intently watching her.
“I...” Ana could not believe the insinuation. Is she jealous? Does she even know the answer? No. So she pivoted to what she knew. “I just feel guilty,” she searched Madelaine’s face if she understood what she was trying to say, “about what we did.”
“Which round?” She almost choked at Madelaine’s response.
The brunette felt hands reaching for her waist, distance no longer existent between them. “Dear Ana,” her head tilted up to see blue flecks in her brown eyes, “I thought you would be happy when we bring Cal to the fold.” The statement melted something in her. Madelaine was thinking of ways to make her happy?
“Do you not love him?” The question hit her like a gut punch. It did not help that the person asking was someone she just cheated on him with.
She whispers, “I do.” It felt wrong on her tongue but Ana does not want to dwell on why for the meantime.
“Do you not want me?”
“I do,” she replied quite quickly. She watched a sly smile form on Madelaine’s lips before she leaned down and pressed a kiss on her neck.
“Then is it not better now? You can be with him while you have me.” The walking French fantasy whispered in her ear.
Ana closed her eyes, trying to commit this feeling in her head. It is heady, intoxicating, and carnally delicious. She wants this moment to stay forever.
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Madelaine d’Artois, however, was a master of her craft. So she pulled the rug under Ana’s feet.
“Unless,” she stepped back, allowing the chilly air of the night to permeate between them, “I am no longer what you desire.”
She could tell Ana was aghast. She turned away, her signature move since that party at Barnabas Street. She has learned that the brunette likes to be in control of what they have; a feeling she no longer has with her relationship with Cal.
“That’s not true.” The engaged Lopez tried to get closer, hands reaching out to her.
“Must be,” she said, still not looking at her. “Oh, how stupid of me? To think that you would always want me.” Her voice sounded hurt and broken, doing all the work for her. She lightly swatted her away, maintaining the space. “I must be just a one-night thing for you.”
“No, you are not,” Ana was still inching closer. “You are not stupid. You are not a one-night thing for me.” She stopped moving and allowed the woman to reach for her hands. “Never.”
“Never?” Madelaine held her gaze, crocodile tears forming in her eyes.
“Never.” Ana lifted the redhead’s hand and placed a kiss on it. “How do I make it up to you?”
“Well,” she put the charm back on, her voice low and inviting, “I do have a car with tinted windows and heated seats.”
For the second time in Ana’s life, she pulled Madelaine away to have her all to herself.
