SCANDAL

Desperation

The lack of physical touch in the household of Y/N and Carol Danvers may result in many substitutes for the wanting desires they have.

It's a torturous craving for them not to have each other, or even their mistresses, to relieve their senses.
Lacking that sort of need for one whole year or twelve months can make them give in to certain temptations.

However, since they already made their numerous mistakes, I wouldn't think they would wind up on other people's beds.

Well, never say never.

Like I said, they barely have respect for each other, and they can't even tolerate one another in their own home, or even their company.

Nevertheless, it doesn't forbid them to at least care for each other.

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Y/N had a night to herself with her friends, the ones who don't cheat on her with her wife, of course. She's been doing this night out routinely, but this particular night might've been too out of order.

Y/N walked into her house recklessly and noticed light coming from her living room.

She walked towards the light and looked around. She was startled when she saw Carol sitting by the lamp that was turned on.

Carol had a tough appearance on her face, looking disappointed.

"Where have you been ?" She asked, no, she demanded to know.

Y/N rolled her eyes and walked towards the staircase, luckily she was able to make it up without stumbling.

By the time Y/N got her hand on the doorknob, Carol grabbed her and pinned her to the door.

"Answer my question and stop rolling your eyes." Carol said sternly.

By the look of Y/N, she was drunk.

"Whatever." Y/N rolled her eyes again.

She tried getting out of Carol's grip, but she was just pressed harder onto the door.

"Baby, I'm only going to ask once." Carol's voice turned deeper, giving Y/N shivers through her body.

"Fine. I was out with friends." Y/N answered, annoyed.

"Drinking, I assume." Carol examined her from head to toe. I wouldn't say she was pleased with the dress Y/N had on, it was difficult to not get distracted.

"No shit, Sherlock." Y/N huffed.

Carol was enraged with the attitude being thrown at her by her wife.

"I don't appreciate you talking to me with that filthy mouth of yours."

"Oh, l-look. Carol's being a bitch again." Y/N laughed.

Carol knew her wife in this state and by the strong smell of alcohol she didn't think twice about Y/N's words.

"You always like to tell me what to do, d-don't you ?" Y/N slurred, pushing Carol off her.

"What did you do, Y/N ?" Carol asked, holding Y/N's wrist.

"Don't worry, babyyy. I didn't cheat on you... again. I know you wouldn't like that." Y/N smiled, griping Carol's face.

"But that's what you did, right ? With Valkyrie ?" Y/N asked, her eyes half open.

Carol felt guilt rush through her, seeing Y/N intoxicated and still thinking about her affair.

"Y-Y/N..." Carol whispered, trying to keep her steady.

"Sshh- don't worry. I forgive you... because you're my wife. But it still hurts. Well, that's what I get for cheating on you, I guess." Y/N said, not thinking about the words that were coming out of her mouth.