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.
Pairing: Madison Montgomery x GoodedayDaughter!Reader
Warnings: Some Strong Language, Hickeys
Words: 1,446
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"If you make me hit my head again Madi-"
"-Shut up."
Y/N's words were muffled as Madi pulled her back in to kiss her, hand placed next to Madison's head on the car seat in order to hold herself up. This had became a Saturday night ritual at this point. Leave the house at separate times, have one pick up the other, drive around the city for an hour, and end up making out in the back seat of their cars in some random spot or sparking lot. So far there was no suspicion, or at least they were aware of, and this was enough to set them straight for the weekend before they got time to themselves when Y/N's mother's were actually working.
Y/N had pulled away from Madison to return attention to her neck and chest. Earlier she had only been leaving soft kisses up and down in trails, but now her skin was already turning purple in some areas. Madison's hand snaked around the back of Y/N's neck. She let out a shaky breath as Y/N went back to what she was doing, forgetting of the empty threat that was pointed at the blonde about making her hurt herself again. Her other hand was placed firmly on Y/N's hip in order to follow her slight rocking motion.
Madison had even let out a faint moan while she threw her head back. Y/N had smirked and said something against her neck. She wasn't too sure what it was, but she knew "Shut up" was the right answer. Y/N laughed, but she didn't stutter in the pace she had taken.
Madison had begun to pull Y/N up to kiss her when she saw the glow of headlights coming towards them. Y/N hadn't noticed as quick as she did, only noticing that Madison's hands had stop squeezing her body. When she looked up to ask what was wrong, she noticed the lights too. "Shit." "Fuck." They both froze, too scared to even ask each other what they should do. Both of their heads had turned to look out the window. Y/N could feel her heart start to race, even faster than it was mere moments ago, as the lights came closer and closer towards her car.
In what could have been the final moments before a cop, or worse Cordelia and Misty, pulled up next to the car, the girls watched as the headlights coming towards the car slowly disappeared from their vision. They both let out a sigh, foreheads coming to rest against one another as their breathing started to slow and tension dissipated. Madison murmured something, just the slightest bit too quiet for Y/N to hear. Y/N intertwined their fingers as she further relaxed her body, trying to shake off the fear of getting caught as soon as possible. She was sure Madison was calming a lot faster than she was.
Even though she had been slightly more scared than her girlfriend Y/N was the first to laugh. Madison joined seconds later, pressing a quick kiss to Y/N's lips. Y/N pulled away from Madison, taking in her features. Her slightly swollen lips, mascara gathering on her eyelids and under her eyes slightly, the way her chest still heaved up and down even though they weren't even making out anymore. She let go of Madi's hand, it falling to her other hip, to trace the marks that she had left behind. With a slight smirk, just barely visible from the little light they had available, Y/N said, "Well I think they look good."
"I can't see them," Madison shot back, Y/N sucking her teeth in response. Her voice was barely over a whisper, as if she was scared of someone hearing her. She stretched her neck upwards to let Y/N graze her fingers over the red marks that seemed to darken in every passing second.
Y/N brought her hand up to the side of Madi's face. "Look down, you can see some," she smirked as her other hand came up to rest on the hickeys that laid on top of Madison's breasts. Her eyes met Madison's and she couldn't help but smile. The faint look of exhaustion creeping onto her features and the satisfied smile she tried to hold back was the most rewarding part of any of this. She always found herself appreciating how relaxed and happy Madison seemed in these moments. It always left something to be fond of after.
"I don't even wanna know how big the ones on my neck are." Madison's words took Y/N out of her state of admiration. Madi guided the witch off her lap, hands on her hips to help the Supreme's daughter sit next to her, legs draping over her lap. Madi sighed as she rested her head on the seat. Her eyes closed and she took a deep breath. "I'll look like I did the first time they brought me back," she turned to Y/N who was situating herself as she rested against the car door.
Y/N shook her head. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at how dramatic Madison was being. "Whatever," she laughed, "I gave you a few hickeys, I didn't fucking murder you." She reached for Madi's hand while she sat more comfortably, twisting the rings on her fingers.
"Close enough in our house." Madison had no shame- many that knew her could admit that. That didn't mean the constant berating of "making herself presentable" and "trying to act a bit more responsible" was easy to dismiss. Cordelia would be sure to say something as soon as she saw the condition her body was in. First it would be a disappointed shake of her head, then signaling to someone else in the room to take in what she just did, and finally the start of a big long speech on what Madison should and shouldn't be doing.
Y/N could notice the change in Madison's attitude as she went silent. She moved closer, legs still across Madison's lap and hand still in hers. "I'll ice them when we get home if you want," she spoke softly now that she was closer. "Coco taught me this ice and pressure thing when I needed to get rid of that one on my thigh," her head fell to rest on Madi's shoulder, her head falling on top of hers. "By the way, never do that again please. Oh my God, It hurt like Hell."
The couple laughed together at the memory of Y/N wincing every time her thighs would graze one another when walking or if she would stretch in just the wrong way. In the moment it had seemed like a great idea, but in reality it was more discomfort than it had ever been pleasure. That particular spot had been banned until further notice- or technically until Madison learned what was a little too much for her to handle.
"I don't want them iced."
"I know you don't, freak," Y/N smiled, throwing Madison's hand down into her lap.
Madison turned towards her. She thought her smile had the ability to light up the night sky if so needed, and that was one of the reasons she had fell in love with her. "Yeah, I'm the freak! Sure. This is always your idea!"
"I said I wanted to hang out, we ended up in the backseat because of you!"
They laughed again, louder this time. But still cautious of drawing too much attention to the random car in the parking lot. Y/N went back to resting her head on Madi's shoulder, letting out a content breath as she got comfortable. Her and Madi sat like that for what could've been hours, enjoying each other's presence in the silence.
Madison cleared her throat, a twisted smile of her face. Y/N looked up at her, eyebrow raised as she waited for the question. "So?..."
"No!" Y/N didn't need anything else to know that Madison wanted them to continue. She ignored the blonde's protest and pleas as she sat straight, reaching down to the floor to grab the very few articles of clothing that were discarded. "Weirdo with the headlights ruined it," Madison groaned at the explanation. "And besides, we gotta start thinking about a window of time for you to come in after me."
"Let's walk in together tonight. Really scare all of them, huh?"
"Then you'll really look like the first time you got brought back, and neither of us want that. Now get dressed!"
