#floreleine first kiss

[floreleine]

Hello, this is my first time using this prompt/ask thing so forgive any mistakes, Tumblr is still a beast I can't quite understand. Anyways, I love how well you write these two women and I was curious to know if you had written something for their first time, who made the first move, where they were and that sort of thing. I'd love to read your take on how that would have happened for them. Thanks! Hope you are having a good week.

Aww thank you so much! <3<3<3 I'm guessing you mean Floreleine (Florence x Madeleine) as they're my main thing? Bc I also started writing for ScarletMay... But you're getting Floreleine now :D

I don't think I posted any fics of their firsts yet... I actually started writing a completely different established-relationship first time scenario yesterday but didn't really feel the inspo to write very much for it, then today I just woke up with the idea to this first kiss scenario (which will probably rapidly turn into first time smut as well when I post it on ao3 later xD)!

I'm guessing less than 1k (not on my laptop to check and too lazy to put it in an ao3 draft), rated T for kisses and canon-typical violence

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Florence is shooting her way through the men who had tried to hold her captive.

It's a mess, some of them scream when they go down, and there are so many of them - she knows there are even more than she can see right now:

the leaders at the other end of the hall are hiding behind a container, waiting for her to run out of bullets, but Florence knows she only needs to get to the workstation in the middle of the hall - there's a thick iron chain hanging down from the rafters, probably meant as a crude pulley, but it doesn't seem to be bolted to anything, so...

She has almost reached it (and indeed almost run out of bullets) when suddenly, the screaming and sounds of bodies dropping to the floor is coming from the other side of the hall, from behind the container.

What is going on?

Florence jumps over the body of a dying man, grabs the metal chain and grins magically when it comes down.

She is going to go and find out.

There is a woman on the other side of the container, and while Florence has no idea who she is or what side of the law she is on, for the moment they definitely have a common enemy:

She has knifes and daggers and slices through the men around her, ducking and using their bodies as shields when some of them pull guns, desperately screaming and snarling - she really is desperate, Florence notices: no matter how much she is still fighting, this woman doesn't expect to make it out alive.

She could use her as a distraction to make a run for the door.

She has no idea who the stranger is - might be a cop, might be someone from the Firm, might be a number of people Florence wouldn't consider worth saving if she has to risk her own neck in the process.

But right now, it's just a beautiful woman drenched in blood and sweat, fighting as alone as Florence just had against a number of men too great for her to take on, men Florence knows for a fact don't deserve to be saved - and Florence makes her decision without even really thinking about it, swinging the chain and choking a man, who's in the process of taking a gun from one of his dead mates, to death.

The other woman looks up, stares - then has to return to the fight immediately because someone comes at her with a knife.

Florence makes her way through the room until she is in the middle of it together with the stranger - they end up almost back to back, and oh they fight well together, almost as good as Florence does with Anna May - perhaps they could get even better, over time, since Anna May is so focused on Scarlet nowadays.

They keep fighting together, back to back, side by side, and they take down every single one of their attackers before stumbling outside.

Florence knows that she is bleeding from her side, as is the stranger from a number of cuts and scrapes, but none seem too dangerous at the moment, and as soon as they are in the clear, instead of checking their wounds or doing anything else sensible, Florence is acting entirely on instinct and leftover adrenaline as she slams the woman against a tree and gives her about a second to pull away before she kisses her fiercely.

The stranger returns the kiss just as passionately, clawing at Florence's back and pushing her tongue against her lips, demanding entrance that Florence willingly, happily grants.

They kiss until they run out of air, and then barely pull apart at all.

"Fuck, you are something," Florence gasps, still standing pressed against the other, leaning her forehead against her shoulder to breathe.

She can see and feel the woman blush at her words, her entire neck and probably her face turning hot and red. "Thank you?" she replies. "I - my name is Madeleine."

Florence pulls back a little to look at her again, giving her a grin. She knows she must look feral, deranged, her eyes still blazing and her grin too wide to really look friendly, but the woman - Madeleine - only tightens her hold on Florence's back.

"Will you let me take you home, Madeleine?"

Madeleine whimpers and presses another harsh kiss to Florence's lips before she nods.

Oh, this is going to be glorious.

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Update: continue reading on ao3 (3k, E - second part starts at the line)

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I'll probably post the follow up smut to this tomorrow or so, lmk if you want me to give you a heads up when it's posted! (Though like... The ao3 tag is still so empty that I don't think you'll be able to miss it if you go check xD)

Still taking prompts!

[floreleine]

Floreleine getting caught! I just had this vision of them being caught in the halls of the Library by Anna May, who they thought didn't know about them. I leave the caught doing what up to your creative muse he he.

I'm procrastinating the longfics I'm trying to write and thought I could have a look at my inbox again! Thanks for the prompt :)

This is a standalone, but I think it can be read as a follow up to this fic, coincidentally also prompted by you! :D hope you'll like it!

~1k words, rated M, established Floreleine pre-canon

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Madeleine washes her hands, hides her ruined panties in her pocket and carefully readjusts her skirt as she steps out of the bathroom.

She shouldn't be sneaking off to touch herself in the middle of the work day, but goodness, she had to watch Florence be all incredibly sexy while assembling guns, sharpening knives and polishing gold bars, without being able to do anything about her building arousal, and it has been driving her crazy!

Looking left and right, she quickly sneaks back into the front of the library, hoping that Anna May hasn't noticed her longer absence - she really doesn't need her asking any questions. She and Florence are trying to keep their relationship hidden from their leader, as Florence is quite certain Anna May wouldn't approve of their being together, and Madeleine trusts her judgement.

Taking the next stack of returned books she is working on, Madeleine checks them each for damages, inside and out (and whether they still hold what they should hold in the first place), before carrying the complete ones over to Florence, giving her a tight smile and trying not to watch the way Florence's hands work on the rifle she is currently handling.

Oh, how Madeleine would like to be the one under these fingertips right now...

Florence puts down the weapon and hands Madeleine a few of the finished books to shelve. Neither of them speaks, but their fingers brush, and heat shoots through Madeleine's body.

They repeat the process a few times, and Madeleine's hands are so sweaty, she has to brush them on her skirt so as not to stain the books, or have any metal objects slip from her hands.

When Madeleine is shelving a few books in the foreign section, humming to herself as she imagines Florence there with her, working side by side as well as they were fighting side by side the day they met... She is almost done with her work now, and hopefully Florence will finish early as well, so they can have a little date night at a restaurant Anna May doesn't frequent, or just disappear to one of their rooms to make love all evening until they are exhausted and have to sneak out to the kitchen for a midnight snack...

So lost in her thoughts and the by now familiar motions of stepping up ladders and pushing books into their assigned spaces, Madeleine doesn't notice that she is no longer alone until an arm sneaks around her waist just when she steps down from a ladder again.

"Ah! - Oh, Florence, love, you scared me!"

"You should learn to be more vigilant," Florence murmurs before pecking Madeleine on the lips. "That's an important skill in our line of work, darling."

Giggling, Madeleine lets Florence crowd her against a shelf, happy to find a moment alone together. "I know, I know. But I was distracted, thinking about you..."

"Yeah?" Florence's lips are on her ear, and then her tongue touches the shell of her ear before she withdraws enough to look Madeleine in the eyes. "Good thoughts?" Her right hand slides down Madeleine's body, touching her through her skirt.

"Florence!" Madeleine gasps in shock. "We can't - what if -"

"Anna's gone to meet with a possible new client in the diner, she won't be back for a while, I'm sure," Florence murmurs, her hand not moving away. "and I had to look at you walking by in that tight thing all day..."

"I had to look at your hands," Madeleine whimpers. "That's worse!"

Florence laughs, and then she moves her hand away from Madeleine's core, making her whimper again at the loss of contact. "So you agree, then, that we definitely deserve a bit of a break?"

Madeleine nods shakily. "If you're sure that it's fine?"

Florence nods. "Now where the hell is the zipper on this thing?"

Giggling, Madeleine pushes the elastic down her thighs, then moans when Florence's fingers immediately meet her bare mound.

"Oh, please!"

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A not insignificant time later, they are both sweaty and sated, breathing heavily as they are trying to put their clothes back into order.

"Finally! I was thinking I'd have to get the garden hose," a voice comes from the corner of the shelf, and Madeleine and Florence jump apart as if burned as Anna May steps into view.

"I swear, I came by three times already! Florence, I need one of the old guns for our new client, is one finished yet?"

With slightly shaking hands, Florence pulls one out of the pile that Madeleine had been shelving. "Here."

Madeleine twists her hands behind her body, looking at Anna May worriedly.

Anna May catches her look and raises an eyebrow, looking from her to Florence and back.

"What, did you think you were so slick that I wouldn't notice that you're fucking? Or that I'd tell you to stop? No, I get it, you're constantly around each other and no-one else, why not spend the time that way... Hell, do you really think I care what you're doing, as long as you still get the job done? You could be fucking 24/7 for all I care, as long as these books still get done and you get it out of your systems! Just don't get attached or emotional about it, that way lies trouble."

With that, she puts the book under her arm and disappears again.

Florence and Madeleine look at each other.

Madeleine knows that they must have both had the same thought: guess they still have something to hide from Anna May, after all...

"You're not so vigilant either, apparently," Madeleine finally tries to lighten the mood, "if Anna May already walked past three times..."

"Oh, she just said that," Florence grumbles, opening a button on her blouse that had been in the wrong buttonhole. Madeleine watches hungrily as the movement exposes her flushed skin. "And besides, I had a very good reason to be distracted, don't you think?"

"For sure!" Madeleine giggles, then turns hesitant. "...do you want to go to the small French restaurant we meant to visit, once we're done with the books?"

Florence smiles. "Date night? Sure."

"So... We're good? About what Anna May said..."

"Anna can't dictate our lives. We're good."

"I'm glad."

Florence leans in to press a kiss to Madeleine's lips, skillfully erasing the last of her doubts and fears.

"We better get back to work," she murmurs against her lips, "if we want to make it to dinner on time..."

"Good idea," Florence pulls back and winks. "I can't wait for tonight."

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Might turn this into something rated E for Ao3 at some point, we'll see!

Also, am I wrong or do these fics also work as the backstory to the also pre-canon works with baby/kid Sam I have on Ao3?

Feel free to reblog!

Still taking prompts! If you reblog my stuff and ask off anon you're more likely to get a quick reply, tho it still depends on me liking the prompt idea of course :)

[floreleine]

That GM prequel fic...

Or rather, those GM prequel fics that all vaguely fit into one universe! (I'm saying vaguely because I did not go back and look at all of them again to make sure they actually fit before adding new ones, but the vibe definitely more or less matches)

I might make an Ao3 series out of them yet, but for now here's the correct order to read the one-shots if you want to go through them chronologically:

Madeleine joins the librarians

A Number Of Firsts (Ao3 3k Floreleine E or censored on tumblr 2k T here)

Missing Pieces (Ao3 3k Floreleine T)

Floreleine getting caught, tumblr ~1k M

Chain around your Neck (Ao3 2k T humour)

Madeleine withdrawing, tumblr <1k

Three Words (Ao3 3k T - Madeleine getting ambushed in the library)

Deep Wine Red (Ao3 2k Floreleine E)

Scarlet (and Sam) join the library

An Eternity Ago (Ao3 5k T Floreleine & ScarletMay + baby Sam)

You Need To Be Quiet, tumblr <1k E

Touch yourself for me, tumblr <1k E

Coffee Shop, but not AU (Ao3 <1k T humor)

Darkness Creeping In (Ao3 1k Floreleine M + kid Samantha h/c)

Darling Madeleine (Ao3 2k Floreleine E)

After Scarlet and Sam leave

Good Luck Kisses, Promise Kisses (Ao3 1k T - established Floreleine seducing Anna May)

Beside an Embrace (Ao3 3k E librarywives ot3 smut, POV Anna May)

Post-canon

Wasted Time (Ao3 ScarletMay 1k G)

Not What She Expected (Ao3 ScarletMay 1k T)

The Room Is Spinning, tumblr <1k floreleine

Hold me Closer (Ao3 Floreleine/pre-ot4 1k T)

Killercule smut, tumblr <1k ot4 E

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This list is also for me to see which are still marked 'tumblr' - these, I want to look at & add to before posting to Ao3 :)

Taking prompts!

[floreleine]

Taking prompts!

Cliché prompts - Kiss prompts - Sensory Prompts - Hug Prompts - Whump prompts (tho let's be real it'll be h/c from me) - Christmas Prompts

& nsfw prompt ideas here

If you have your own ideas or want a continuation of an old prompt fic also hmu, it doesn't have to be from the lists!

✨& check out the @gunpowder-milfshake-discord!✨

Already written (below the cut so the list will stay up to date if you want to reblog it):

Only one bed (Floreleine, <1k, G)

Almost Interrupted (on ao3 - Floreleine, 1k, T)

Good Luck Kisses (Floreleine with future Librarywives, <1k T)

Protecting Florence (Floreleine with ScarletMay undertones, <1k, G)

An Eternity Ago (Prequel on Ao3 with Floreleine and ScarletMay, 5k, T)

First kiss after a battle (Floreleine, <1k, T) + Floreleine getting caught by Anna May (1k M)

Break-up to avoid danger (Floreleine, <1k, G)

Massaging Madeleine (Killercule ot4, <1k, T)

Celebrating the library (librarywives ot3, <1k, T)

Vampire!Madeleine follow up to Thicker Than Water (18k total, T-E)

Madeleine gets ambushed (Floreleine, ~1k, G/T for violence)

ScarletMay kiss (1k T)

Floreleine hug pre-ot4 (1k T)

Mr&Mrs Smith AU (3k T)

Hug prompts 6&10 (<1k G)

The room is spinning (<1k G/

Smut fics:

Touch yourself for me (Floreleine, 1k, E)

You need to be quiet (Floreleine, <1k, E)

Mommy kink (Floreleine, several fics 1-2k on tumblr and ao3, all rated E)

Librarywives smut (3k E Ao3)

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That GM Prequel fic (series, multi)

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& as this turned into a bit of a rec post by now and I probably won't link to these elsewhere on tumblr, I'm tagging my GM taglist again xD lmk if you want on/off it: @verbumproxen @lonely-night @my-gaydar-is-on-point @cleocatart @geek-goth-gay @forestcircle @scissoringsappho @nomi--sunrider @badwolfkaily @queencalanthes @nightwhite13 @sapphic-stress @change-the-rules @sarah-fiers @songbookff @phoenixhalliwell @noelevangilinecarson

[floreleine]

Kisses To Remember

Established Floreleine + Librarywives getting together (Florence x Madeleine x Anna May)

1k, rated T, no warnings

The first part had previously been posted on tumblr here as a prompt fill for @sarah-fiers, the second one has been written for an anon!

Summary: Floreleine are planning to seduce Anna May - it goes a little differently than planned...

Please reblog this post to share the story!

Thought I'd just tag my GM tag list once today instead of spamming too badly xD but I did write some other fics today as well!

@verbumproxen @lonely-night @my-gaydar-is-on-point @geek-goth-gay @forestcircle @scissoringsappho @badwolfkaily @queencalanthes @nightwhite13 @sapphic-stress @change-the-rules @sarah-fiers @songbookff @phoenixhalliwell @noelevangilinecarson

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[floreleine]

kissing a scar/injury + scarlet & anna may w a supportive floreleine

Hi, thanks for the prompt, and sorry it took me so long! This is now part 4 of my GM prequel fic - if you want to skip 1-3, I also put a summary below the cut.

Part 1 - Floreleine, 1k, G

Part 2 - ScarletMay, 1k, G

Part 3 - Floreleine & ScarletMay

If you are reading this as a standalone, just know that Scarlet just returned to the library with baby Samantha after leaving Anna May for Samantha's father a year ago.

Part 4: (T, no warnings, POV Scarlet)

Scarlet wakes to hear Samantha giggling next to her on the bed. Scarlet opens her eyes to look at her and smiles. Somehow, Samantha has pulled the corner of the bedsheets from the bed and is now happily munching on it.

"Oh, kiddo..." she leans over to tickle her daughter, glad that Samantha's squeals of laughter can distract her while the reality of their situation slowly sinks in as she comes fully awake.

Samuel dead, whoever killed him certainly still out there and possibly after her and her baby... Scarlet herself a single mother now, staying with her ex-girlfriend because she has nowhere else to go... Oh, how low she has sunk.

Stroking over Samantha's short hair and giving her a watery smile, Scarlet then picks her daughter up and grabs the towel Madeleine had placed on the nightstand for her before going to search the bathroom.

Madeleine had explained it all yesterday, but she had also focused more on the baby as well as the different parts of the library than where the facilities were. She didn't mind too much - it's nice to see someone be so enthusiastic around her and Samantha - but now she does wish that she had shown her the living quarters in more detail. She's pretty certain the door opposite hers leads to another bedroom, so she doesn't want to try that one...

As she stands in the doorway too long without moving, Samantha is starting to cry, and Scarlet gently rocks her in her arms to soothe her, but not quickly enough - the door opens, and Florence tiredly squints into the hallway. When she spots Scarlet, she quickly glances behind her before stepping outside and closing the door - Madeleine must still be asleep, then. And they are sleeping in the same room together, probably in the same bed... Scarlet feels a pang in her heart at their casual domesticity, something she only rarely had with Samuel even when they were both at home for any period of time, and next to never with Anna May.

"Everything alright?" Florence asks, and Scarlet hates that she has to swallow before she is able to reply, pressing Samantha a little closer to her chest.

"...I was just wondering where the bathroom is."

"End of the hall, last door on the right," Florence replies, then tilting her head before nodding at Samantha. "Do you need anything..."

She doesn't look like she would really know what to do if Scarlet really did need help, and Scarlet just smiles. "I'm good - thank you."

After taking care of Samantha and washing herself as well, Scarlet sighs when she realises that she forgot to bring any fresh clothes, and the shirt she had been wearing all of yesterday and then also to sleep in really reeks too much for her to voluntarily put it back on.

Wrapping herself in her towel instead, Scarlet picks up Samantha from where she had been attempting to sit up in the towel-padded bathtub-turned-playpen and wants to go back to her room.

She hasn't taken two steps, however, before she runs into Anna May.

"Scarlet," Anna May stares at her like a deer caught in the headlights. "...I didn't realise you were already up."

Scarlet feels her heart plummet. "Sorry, just needed the bathroom - I'll be right out of your hair."

Anna May Shakes her head. "That's not what I meant- I don't want you to leave."

At that, Scarlet feels an entire rollercoaster of emotions, because Anna May doesn't sound like she is just talking about the hallway, about this moment.

"You... don't?"

"No," Anna May starts, but then she is is interrupted by Samantha burbling, demanding Scarlet's attention.

She can't quite interpret Anna May's look as she watches her with her daughter, but then her gaze drifts to the side, to Scarlet's shoulderblades, and she frowns.

"What happened there?"

“Wha- oh,” Scarlet self-consciously touches the scar just under her left shoulder-blade. She had completely forgotten that she is wearing nothing but a towel... Of course, Anna May has seen her in less, but the fact that she has new scars, scars Anna May doesn’t recognise yet, is enough of a reminder of how that sort of intimacy lays in the past for them.

“It’s nothing. It healed well.”

“Like hell is that nothing!” Anna May hisses, sounding almost angry and reaching out to touch the dark scar with a fingertip. “That looks worse than the one on your hip, and –”

Anna May had probably just wanted to imply that she knows how that injury happened, and why it scarred that badly, as a comparison to the equally bad (or yes, maybe worse) scar on her chest, Scarlet thinks – but as her finger touches the new scar on Scarlet’s skin, Anna May freezes, staring at her own hand, and Scarlet suddenly finds it hard to breathe.

She remembers Anna May touching the other scar, touching all old scars on Scarlet’s body, and not just with her hands, but when exploring her body with her mouth, kissing and licking every inch of her when they used to share a bed –

Now, she is touching a new scar for the first time.

At Scarlet's sharp intake of breath, Anna May’s eyes flicker up to meet her gaze. Scarlet isn’t sure what she sees in her eyes, isn’t even sure herself what she is feeling in this moment, but after whatever it is she sees, Anna May leans in and press a chaste kiss to the marred skin.

Scarlet can't suppress a whimper.

The touch of Anna May's lips disappears as quickly as it came, but instead of fully pulling away, she leans her forehead against Scarlet's shoulder, and Scarlet pulls her close with her free arm.

She wants to say something - tell her how glad she is that Anna isn't sending her away, that they are touching again - but she can't think of the words.

"Samantha! No!" the toddler has reached out and buried her hands in Anna May's hair, and Scarlet winces as she tries to extract her little fists as gently as possible from the curls. Anna May snickers a little as she pulls back, and Scarlet looks at her with an apologetic grimace.

"Thanks," Anna May says, and Scarlet shifts her weight from one foot to the other.

"For not letting my daughter scalp you?"

Anna May actually laughs. Scarlet feels something warm settle in her chest at the sound. "That, too. But - for coming here, for still trusting me."

"Of course," Scarlet doesn't know what else to reply.

Anna May smiles, then, careful of Samantha's little hands, she leans in and presses another lingering kiss to Scarlet's scar before she pulls back. "You should get dressed."

Scarlet nods. "We'll talk later?"

Anna May nods, taking a step back to let Scarlet past her, then touching her shoulder before she can go. "I - I don't want you to leave. Here, I mean."

Scarlet smiles. Part of her wants to joke that she figured as much or that Anna May already said so earlier, but she knows they haven't quite reached that level of - of being comfortable with each other yet, not this time around. "I don't want to leave you, either."

Anna May gives a jerky nod, then she gently squeezes Scarlet's arm and lets go. "I - see you around, then."

"Yes - see you."

As Scarlet disappears back in her guest room with her daughter, she feels a lot less alone or like she has hit rock bottom than when she first woke up that day.

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Taking prompts!

@phoenixhalliwell @thesevenwondersofawitch another update :)

@katesgaypain I hope you enjoyed your prompt fill as part of this series :D

I'll probably change this story a bit and add to it as well so the parts all fit together properly before posting to Ao3, but it should be up in the next few days :)

[floreleine]

That GM prequel fic - part 3: Florence's POV

Part 1 (Madeleine, <1k, G)

Part 2 (Scarlet, 1k, G)

Ships: Floreleine & ScarletMay

Hiding the entire fic under the readmore this time for Part 1+2 spoiler reasons! This one's also rated G (or T if we're going for swear words and alcohol consumption I guess), a little over 1k words.

There will be at least 1 more part of this, and then I might post a revised and possibly longer version to ao3.

Bc idk where to put this in the fic itself yet, quick setting overview: they're not sitting around a table but instead Florence and Madeleine are sitting on a small couch, Scarlet is next to Madeleine on a wobbly kitchen chair and Anna May is sitting opposite them on a barstool at the kitchen aisle.

That night, the librarians plus Scarlet (and minus Baby, who is sleeping in the next room under a security camera that both Madeleine and Scarlet insist on checking every other minute) are sitting in the kitchen together for dinner and a drink.

Or five drinks in Anna May's case, as she downs the first one in one go and hasn't let go of the Whiskey bottle since. Florence can't blame her, really - if Madeleine had run off with some guy, no matter how early in their relationship, only to return a year later with tears and a baby... She has no idea what she'd be doing right now.

Madeleine and Scarlet are talking about the child right now, sharing child-caring advice - Florence is fairly certain that Madeleine has her knowledge from books and only from books, but she seems to have picked out sound advice from all that she has read at least - and Florence has to smile fondly at how Madeleine is glowing at the prospect of having a child in the library.

Scarlet is careful in her replies, not wanting to commit to anything, her eyes shifting back to Anna May whenever she doesn't think that the others are looking.

'She's afraid she'll kick her out after all,' Florence thinks with a quiet sigh. 'Can't blame her, Anna knows how to hold a grudge, and with how she is drinking right now... It isn't her friendliest appearance'.

Still, she thinks that they will work it out. They better. It's been a while since she has seen Anna May have an emotional reaction to just about anything, and it can't be healthy to keep it all locked inside, pushing all chances of happiness away.

Madeleine must have heard her sigh, and she leans back against Florence's side. Florence squeezes her arm, content to have her by her side, glad that they, at least, don't have to worry about their relationship status. Being with Madeleine always relaxes her, makes her feel like everything is alright in the world.

Madeleine presses a kiss to her chin and, after checking that both Scarlet and Anna May are looking down at their glasses, nods in the direction of the door. 'Should we give those two some privacy?'

Florence tilts her head for a moment to consider, then shakes her head, nodding at Anna May, and Madeleine winces a little. Yes, Anna is barely keeping it together now, who knows what she may say or rather shout if they left them alone... Anna May should get a chance to cool down, before she ends up saying something she doesn't mean and would regret.

As if on cue, Anna May throws back the rest of the Whiskey in her glass in one gulp and loudly brings it down on the kitchen counter as if to dispel the silence that has fallen.

"Fuck."

Madeleine looks like she wants to remind her about cursing with children in the house again, but Florence squeezes her arm to stop her. They don't need to irritate Anna May even more right now.

"I'm sorry," Scarlet says immediately. Florence doesn't think that she is apologizing for anything in particular, just for the situation in general, for present and past.

Anna May gets up and turns around, putting her glass in the sink and turning on the water, but then just leaning against it with her hands holding onto the metal edge and her knuckles turning white.

Florence is trying to decide whether to step in or not when Scarlet speaks up again in a shaky voice. "I can - I can leave, I don't have to -" she gets up, clearly ready to bolt, and Anna May flinches, but she doesn't turn back around.

"No-one's" leaving, Florence says at the same time as Madeleine says "No, don't be silly!" They share a smile, and then Madeleine squeezes her hand before getting up and walking over to Madeleine. "Come on, let me show you everything. You can sleep in the room with Samantha, me and Florence aren't really using it much anyway."

Florence watches them go with a soft smile. Madeleine always knows what to do, what to say. She's so grateful to have her.

Once the other two have left, Florence goes up to Anna May and slams the still-running tap down, making her jump.

"Stop wasting water and get a hold of yourself, Anna!"

Anna May whirls around, clearly ready to fight, but Florence just throws her a deadpan look and she deflates.

"Fuck, I don't know what to do." She slurs her words a little, but not as much as Florence would have expected after that much alcohol.

"Right now? You are going to drink some water so you will not be terribly hungover tomorrow. And tomorrow, you have got to think about whether you want that woman and her kid to stick around or not."

Anna May flinches a little, but when Florence sighs and pours her a glass of water, she takes it without protest and gulps most of it down in one go.

"I dun' want her to leave," she then murmurs, staring down at the glass in her hands. "She left me once, I don't want her to leave me again."

Florence sighs and pulls her into a hug. "Bloody hell, Anna, why did you never say anything? You must have been fucking heartbroken, and all you told us was that you gave dating one last chance."

Anna May half-laughs, half-sobs and clings to Florence like a lifeline. "Don't know. Didn't want to be weak. Didn't want it to be real."

"Oh, Anna," Florence sighs and squeezes her tightly. Then she takes a step back and fixes her with a hard look. "You've got to tell her that, you know that, Anna May? She is going to run away just to give you space while you are not talking to her because you're afraid she might run anyway."

Anna May sighs and grimaces a little, but nods. "I - tomorrow. I'll tell her tomorrow, before I can chicken out." she sighs. "I mean, it's not like I know whether she'd want to - whether she still-" she sighs. "She only left me because he didn't want to share, but maybe by now she's just over me."

Florence shrugs. "I can't look in her head, Anna, but from the way she looks at you... I think you guys will figure it out."

Anna May nods uncertainty, then frowns again. "And you'd be fine with it, if she's staying here... Indefinitely? I mean, she has a - kid -" she adds with a somewhat perplexed expression on her face, making Florence laugh. She's half of a mind to say 'congrats, you're a step-mom!' but stops herself at the last second. There will be time for that kind of joke when the peace between Anna May and that Scarlet isn't quite so fragile anymore. "Exactly," she instead replies. "So you know Madeleine will be mad at you forever if you let them get away."

Anna May snorts. "She did seem quite... taken by the kid."

Florence nods, frowning a little herself now. "She's always wanted kids, she just accepted that it isn't sensible in our line of work, and that I am not interested in them anyway. Seeing her with Samantha, now I'm wondering..."

"You did nothing wrong," Anna May reassures her. "And fuck, can you imagine having two kids around? It will be bad enough, trying to protect the one from everybody."

Florence sighs and nods. "I suppose. But I'm sure we'll manage. ...are you going to be alright now, or do I have to hide the Whiskey?"

"I'm not a drunk," Anna May replies a little offended, and Florence grins.

"I know you're not, but you sure made a great impression of one earlier!"

Anna May groans, and then she turns back to the counter to refill her waterglass. "Fuck, I'll be so dead tomorrow."

"Sleep in, then. Me 'n Madeleine will make sure Scarlet won't take off before you're awake and had your talk with her."

Anna May nods sharply. Florence smiles and squeezes her arm. "Well, get some sleep. I'll check on Scarlet and Madeleine."

~

Anna May nods again, and Florence sees her lean back against the counter with a deep sigh while she is leaving the kitchen. She really hopes that Anna May will take her advice to heart. Some heartbreak can't be avoided- but the one between her and Scarlet doesn't seem quite so inevitable.

Part 4

@phoenixhalliwell @thesevenwondersofawitch another update, hope you liked it!

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Taking prompts!

[floreleine]

“i want you to touch yourself for me.” for Floreleine? 👀

Thanks for the prompt, anon!

I saw the 'smut prompts that don't sound like bad porno' prompt list title and might have taken that as a challenge lmaoo

Anyhow at least this should have less typos than my last prompt fill had at first? Tumblr hadn't saved my last draft changes before posting, so this time I double-checked everything like three times xD

Prompt me!

The following fic is rated E, only proceed if you are 18 years or older! ~1k, no warnings.

Madeleine is lying on the bed with her legs spread wide and her wrists tied together over her head, looking at Florence, who is staring back at her hungrily, with hooded eyes.

The insides of her thighs are aching pleasantly, red imprints on her skin showing where Florence has slapped her with the leather paddle and her palm, her nipples teased into hard nubs and her cunt dripping in anticipation.

"Fuck, Maddie, you are a sight," Florence groans as her eyes rake over her nude form.

Madeleine whimpers a little. "Please-"

Raising an eyebrow, Florence strokes over her bare calve, then scratches her nails over her skin as she pulls back. "Please, touch me-"

"Hmm..." Florence leans in, hovering above Madeleine for a moment, her hand close to where she needs it most and her lips almost against Madeleine's.

Then however, instead of leaning in fully, she slowly shakes her head. "No, I don't think I will."

Before Madeleine really registers what she just said, Florence reaches up and undoes the knot in the short rope that had been holding Madeleine's wrists tied together at the headboard, and takes it off before sitting back at the foot of the bed. "I want you to touch yourself for me."

Madeleine gapes at her, so thrown that it takes her a moment to realise that she can move her arms again. "You - you're just going to sit back and - watch?"

Florence smirks. "And what a sight it will be..."

Madeleine blushes, heat rising all the way to her cheeks but also covering her neck and chest.

Florence's gaze drops from her eyes and wanders lower, over her breasts and between her still-spread legs. Madeleine feels the irrational urge to close them a little - it's not like it is anything Florence hasn't seen before, but somehow, with how she is staring at her now - with what she requested her to do! - she feels an entirely new kind of vulnerable.

"Of course you don't have to," Florence adds, tilting her head a little, "but I think if you don't, I won't let you come at all tonight."

"I could just go to the bathroom and get myself off without you - looking," Madeleine tries to sound snarky but fails when Florence's gaze turns positively feral.

"And would you do that?"

If she hadn't already been flushed deep red, Madeleine knows she would be blushing even more now, knowing full well that no, she would not.

"Touch yourself for me," Florence repeats in a husky whisper, and then, in a kinder voice, adds "you have nothing to be afraid of."

Slowly, Madeleine moves her arms, stretching her wrists a little. She hadn't been tied up for long, so there isn't much of an ache, but still - usually, Florence takes care of her after untying her, massaging her wrists and kissing them better.

Now, she moves her right hand between her legs self-consciously, gasping a little when she meets her own wetness. Florence shifts at the sound, no doubt affected by Madeleine's arousal.

Dipping two fingers into her wet heat, Madeleine lets her eyes flutter shut so she doesn't have to look at Florence looking at her anymore, instead just focusing on her self. On the one hand, it is incredibly arousing to know that she is being watched - that Florence enjoys watching her touch herself - on the other hand, it is a little too much, makes her want to put on a show for her while at the same time knowing she could never climax while trying to look pretty on purpose.

Curling her fingers inside herself, Madeleine sighs as she finds a rhythm that always works for her. She doesn't touch her clit, not yet, and her other arm is lying losely at her side -

"Play with your tits for me," Florence's rough voice makes Madeleine's eyes snap open and renewed heat shoot through her body. She doesn't much care for dirty talk, often thinking it silly and off-putting, but Florence seems to know just what words to use to toe the line between exciting and strange.

With a shiver, Madeleine raises her hand and lifts it to her chest, pressing over her left breast once before she takes her nipple between her fingers and squeezes it, moves it first one way than the other. It doesn't do a lot for her, really, but it does feel nice especially when she starts moving her other hand again, and the way Florence bites her lip in front of her is also definitely making it worth it.

When she has found her new rhythm, Madeleine lets her eyes fall closed again, focusing entirely on the pulsing heat in her core and the sharp pleasure-pain on her nipple, on pressing against her G-spot, keeping her movements even until she gets closer and closer, finally moving her left arm down so she can switch hands and take her clit between the middle- and forefinger of her right hand, moving first around it in circles, then pressing down harder and rubbing directly over the nerve endings, her hips lifting from the mattress and her mouth falling open in a silent gasp as she feels the heat rise and rise and her climax wash over her.

"Fuck," Florence whispers, and Madeleine barely has the time to remember that she has an audience before Florence is on her, pushing her hands out of the way and pressing her lips to her clit.

Madeleine gasps - she doesn't easily come from clitoral stimulation alone, but she has just climaxed and is still so, so close -

Florence sucks at her clit, her left hand pressing her hips down into the mattress and her right brushing over the inside of her leg, the pressing down sharply where she has spanked her earlier, and Madeleine comes for the second time with a sob.

Everything is white heat and darkness, and she thinks she might have lost a little time.

"I've got you, I have got you, it's alright," Florence is murmuring when Madeleine comes back to herself, and she clings to her tightly, Florence half on top of her as she whispers sweet nothings into Madeleine's ear, strokes soothingly over her skin.

"Th-thank you," Madeleine whispers when she can think again. Florence smiles again and leans in to kiss her on the lips. "Pleasure's all mine."

Madeleine ducks her head with a blush, then reaches out to stroke over Florence's stomach and her coarse hair further down, but Florence catches her hand. "I already..."

Madeleine gapes, then her eyes narrow a little. "Next time, I'll watch you instead."

Florence smirks, raising Madeleine's hand and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. "I am looking forward to it."

~

Maybe I'll add 'next time' if I post this to ao3 later xD

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