Malorie's POV:
I come back home with a target bag and a party in the living room. Daddy, Eileen, and the baby are no where to be seen. And Lexi got out the alcohol.
"Hold on!" I say. "No way you started my party without me! Where's Baylie?"
"Upstairs in your room! We didn't take shots yet! Hurry!" Declan says. I run upstairs and go into my room. Baylie is sitting at my desk and reading the way I used to be.
"Oh, my love don't read that you'll be sad," I whisper, kissing her head.
"I'm only on the first chapter."
"Read it tomorrow."
"Okay. What's in the bag?" I smile.
"You'll see." I put it in my closet.
"Is the pink box what I think it is?" She nods.
"The toy you we're talking about.. yes." I smile.
"You think.. we can use it later on tonight? And.. do the things we were talking about on new years?" She turns around and looks up at me.
"You want me to deny your orgasms and then overstimulate you?" I nod.
"Mhm." She smiles.
"Yes." She stands up and kisses me.
"Why would say this now? Now I'm gonna be thinking about it, baby."
"Because. We'll both get drunk and the sex will be 10 times better." She smiles.
"Yes." She grins and kisses me.
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11 pm. I go upstairs and get in the shower after cleaning the kitchen and living room.
I use her favorite scent (vanilla) and get out and put the lotion and perfume on. And then I put on the black, lace set I bought from target on.
"Mama?" She asks at the door. I open it. Her jaw drops.
"Oh what the fuck." She picks me up and puts me on my bed. She pins my arms above my head and kisses me.
"You pretty little.."
"Pretty little what?" I whisper, smiling.
"Do it. Degrade me." She meets my eyes.
"I'm all types of fucked up."
"You pretty little slut." I grin.
"Yes. I'm your pretty little slut."
"Malorie I don't know if I can do this," she whispers. "I fucking need you I can't do this."
"You can do it," I whisper. I kiss her. She pulls out the vibrator she got me and turns it on.
"Don't cum until I finish." I raise my eyebrows. She places it on my clit, and I gasp.
"Oh!" I moan.
"Shh Shh. We're not home alone today, baby." She takes off her skirt and underwear, and then hovers over my face.
"Have a seat, Baylie. Please." She sits on my face and immediately leans into the headboard.
"Oh fuck," she whimpers. I hold onto her waist.
"Malorie.. this might not be that long for you. Oh, god." She looks down at me. I look up at her.
"Oh, god don't look at me like that," she says. She closes her eyes and throws her head back.
"Oh- oh.. Malorie.. Malorie.."
"Mal- oh!" Her legs start shaking.
"Fuck," she whispers. I don't stop. I keep going.
"Are you close?" I nod.
"Oh you're such a good girl," she whispers.
"I'm so proud of you." She pants.
"Oh this is fast- oh baby." I'm so close.
"Oh, oh fuck. Oh fuck. I'm coming. Oh- fuck!" She gets off of me and starts panting. Hard.
"Oh god. I don't know where you learned that shit from Malorie oh my god. But fuck." She looks in between my thighs and turns up the speed.
"Baylie can I.." I whimper.
"Can you what, mama?"
"Cum?" She smiles.
"Yes, baby." I close my eyes and let my orgasm take over.
"Good girl. You're my good girl," she whispers, kissing my jawline.
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An hour later, I've been denied and edged so much, it hurts.
"It hurts," I whisper, voice breaking.
"You can take it, baby. It's okay. Shh Shh." I pant.
"I don't know if I can finish again- Baylie..
R-red." she takes the vibrator off my clit and comes to my side.
"You're okay. You're okay." She pulls me into her arms. I lean into her.
"I'm so proud of you, baby. And I'm glad you feel safe enough with me to tell me when you're uncomfortable." She strokes my hair.
"I'm tired," I say. She giggles.
"Baby you just called safe word. We have to talk about it."
"Tomorrow?" I whisper.
"If you're that tired, yes, my love." She lays me down.
"You don't wanna shower?"
Baylie's POV:
She is out of it.
But that's okay. I'll take care of her anyway.
I get in the shower and get dressed into pjs that are not mine, and then walk out and start to clean up her room. Put her gifts away. Pin her notes she got today on the bulletin board next to the Polaroids.
And then I get her dressed. I put the toy in her nightstand and put the covers over her. I kiss her forehead.
"I love you, baby," I whisper.
I go downstairs and into the kitchen where my mother sits. She looks up at me.
"You're back," I say smiling. She smiles at me.
"I am." I hug her. And I stay there for a minute.
"I'm surprised you remembered me this morning," she whispers. I pull away and look at her.
"I thought about you every single day, momma." She smiles and cups her face in her hands.
"That makes me feel sad. But better at the same time." I hug her again.
"Oh, I never want to let you go, sweet pea." She holds the back of my head. I rest my head on her shoulder, and she picks me up and takes me to the couch. Where I fall asleep in her arms.
Malorie's POV:
I wake up and see Eileen in my room with Baylie in her arms. She smiles at me and places her next to me.
"Hi Eileen," I whisper. Baylie puts her arms around me.
"Hi sweetheart. Go back to sleep, okay?" I nod. She kisses my forehead.
And then I fall asleep. My wish has came true. I'm at peace.
A/N - does the whole midnights album relate to Mal and Baylie or do I just correspond two things that I love together.
That we will never know.
I love you all!💕
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"Pretty Girl"
RomanceMalorie Abbott hates everything. Life especially. She feels as if she's alive just to suffer. Nothing is going good. She just got diagnosed with her 6th mental illness, and she has no hope. Baylie Lionel loves life. An optimist at the surface, she...
