Daylight

08 | Pink

Madonna sat alone in the common room, listening to the quiet purring of Lucifer who slept beside her on the sofa. She ran her fingers through his thick and soft gray fur, soothing herself from the terrible headache she had.

She barely slept, not after what happened last night. There were dark circles visible under her eyes, her lips pressed firmly into a thin line.

It had always been like this, whenever she doesn't get enough sleep for the night, she suffers the next day. Interrupting her peaceful and beauty sleep was bad enough but having to stay awake the whole night was a whole another thing that will make her lose her mind the next morning.

The events of last night replayed over and over again in her mind like an old music recorder spinning again and again.

She had no idea what possessed her to do such things, especially to Caroline. Oh, god it was already bad enough that she couldn't control herself in front of a woman and that woman just had to be Caroline. She winced at the thought.

Her skin burned from the events of last night, she could still remember how much she ached to have Caroline, to kiss her lips. She could still remember how Caroline looked at her with so much lust under her innocent eyes, how she even allowed Madonna to do those things to her.

Madonna screwed her eyes shut, feeling her head throb in pain as she remembered how Caroline looked underneath her with one hand pinned above her head, her smooth skin showing through the thin fabric of her nightgown, how the skirt of her dress hiked up to her knees, barely even showing her thighs but Madonna could imagine them, how her chest rose and fell, the neckline of her dress a straight line above her breasts, showing just enough cleavage from Madonna's angle above her, how flustered she was.

A muffled moan escaped her lips, Madonna shivered, feeling the blood crawl up to her face, crossing her legs. She immediately shook her head, almost regretting her decision when her head throbbed in more pain.

This wasn't like her at all, to be fantasizing about a woman or to even have ridiculous fantasies at all. For goodness' sake, she had more dignity and pride than that, she had an image to protect.

But who was she kidding? That image has been destroyed, it was the very reason she left the kingdom, her own home. And the only image she has in here, in the countryside was a lie, she was protecting a lie.

What was even the point of doing so?

All her life, she had always been involved with men. No women or whatsoever. And yet why did she feel like that with Caroline? She barely even knew the woman and she immediately tried to kiss her a week after they met.

Oh, good god. The thought of her wanting to kiss Caroline only made things worse. They were friends, were they? Caroline is the only friend she has, the only friend she ever had in fact.

Why did she even want to kiss Caroline?

And why didn't Caroline stop her? Madonna bit her inner cheek, feeling her head spiral into more madness. Caroline always showed interest in her, ever since they arrived. She always teased her, she always flirted with her in a way Madonna knows she was doing it intentionally. She gives Madonna playful and flirtatious looks whenever they are alone.

Madonna sighed, suddenly remembering their trip to town, when they met those women. She remembers that one bitch saying something about them. Besides her calling Madonna a clown and a whore, she mentioned calling Caroline the 'ever so sapphic Caroline.'

She had her suspicions, from the start but it never bothered her because after all, she believed that people should be free to love whoever they want. It may seem like a surprise for a rude woman like her but she always had an open mind.