Mialotte ❤️‍🩹

Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is Tonight

A/N - thank you ruby for inspiring me to write some angst, love you girly <3 all except one of these fic titles are based off song lyrics, i might start putting the songs in the authors note for you guys?

This Is Hardcore - Pulp

Char's POV

Mia came to pick me up from work today but something's off. I've tried talking to her and all our usual affections but all I've got in return is silence. I wait till we get home before I attempt to pester her, I'd rather do it in the comfort of her home than in the car. For now, the only thing I can do is look at her, with reassuring and pleading eyes. We soon approach the house, Mia steamrolling out of the car to the front door. What the fuck is wrong with her?

"Amelia, what's wrong?" I ask, not long after the front door is shut. "Charlotte," the redhead's voice was stern, it was almost scary, "piss off and leave me alone." I wasn't sure what to do, her words hurt me slightly. I take a deep breath, wanting not to snap at her and instead opting to tell her, "I'm going upstairs, I'll be there when you're ready to talk." I probably could have been less passive-aggressive when I said it but at this moment I don't care. She hurt me, and she won't tell me why she's upset. I tell myself I have a fair reason. The redhead rolls her eyes at me as I walk towards the staircase.

As soon as I'm upstairs I slump on the bed, pulling my phone out. I scroll pointlessly through my social media, before feeling a tear run down my cheek. I didn't even notice the tears in my eyes until I was full-blown sobbing. I choked on my stifled cries, trying to keep myself quiet. At some point, Mia had come up and was knocking on the bedroom door. I didn't notice, too busy curled up in the bed trying to hide myself. I felt guilty, Mia was the one upset but I was the one sitting here crying. The door opens, and Mia stands there just staring.

I look up and scare myself by noticing her, "Mia! How long have you been here for?" "A few minutes. I don't see why you're crying when you're the one in the wrong here." Her voice was cold, I shudder fearfully. I give her a questioning look. "Oh don't play dumb with me Charlotte. I've seen you, flirting with the parents. And I've seen the messages from your ex-husband, why is he still so flirty with you, hmm?" her words could cut through stone, but they instead cut through my heart. "Mia, I don't know what you mean. I've never flirted back to a parent, and what do you mean you've seen the messages with my husband? Have you been through my phone?" I want to scream at her.

Mia's face becomes angrier by the second.

Why has she gone through my phone? Why is she saying these things? What have I done wrong? "So there's still something going on with him? You just called him your husband, I thought he was your ex-husband? Are you forgetting about me and erasing me?" Mia huffed, clearly spouting absolute nonsense. If only she was in a state of mind to see that. "Mia, what the fuck? I'd never ever get back with him, or get with anyone for that matter, all I want is you!" I exclaimed, "I love you and only you, I don't want to and can't even imagine being with anyone else." Mia rolls her eyes once again, I can tell she's holding something back.

Mia's POV

I know I'm overreacting, being mental, but I just can't handle seeing anyone flirt with my Char. She may be gorgeous, ethereal and downright alluring, she is my girl no one else's. I'm leant back against the wall, trying so hard not to cry. A single tear falls, and I wipe it away before Char notices. I breathe in deeply, recomposing myself. The silence is uncomfortable, I can't really argue back with her. I was being irrational, I know that, but I don't know how to fix it, I can't say sorry. I just can't, I don't know why, especially considering the amount of things I have to apologise for. Before I can say anything, I'm suddenly snapped out of my spiral, seeing Char standing in front of me. How she got there, I don't know, but I was suddenly faced with an idea. It's not the greatest way to say sorry, but Char knows me, understands me, and she'll know what this means. I look into her eyes, "All you want is me hmm?" my sultry voice coming into play.

Before the younger woman could even process what I just said, I spun us around so that she's now against the wall. Our lips met, and our tongues engaged in a passionate dance. Small whines emit from the sweet girl in front of me, vibrating into my mouth. I move to her ear, whispering slowly, "If all you want is me then maybe I should let everyone know you're mine." My hands take hers and hold them above her head. I release one of my hands, still holding her's up with the other. The free hand finds its way to her hair, taking some into my hand. I gently yank her head, giving myself better access to her neck. Char seemed to enjoy this motion, the noise she made certainly hinted towards that. I trace my lips down to her neck, teeth nipping at her sensitive spots. Not long after I was sinking my canine teeth into the side, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to cause pleasure. I could already see the marks forming, the redness that was forming captivated me. I wanted more of her.

I roughly bring her head back down, before capturing her lips again. My hand lets go of hers, letting them fall back down and they instantly go to my waist. She pulls me in closer. I lift my knee up to between her legs, feeling her instantly buck her hips at the contact. My free hand roams, exploring her body. "Mia, please," the brunette finally breaks the silence of the intimacy. "Oh sweetheart, if you really want me then you have to tell me who you belong to," I tease. "You, I belong to you Mia, please." Who was I to resist her?

I pull away from her, not for too long, just to take off her and my shirts. I soon returned to her, with even more vigour and lust, I didn't even know that was possible. I unclasp her bra, letting it fall before pulling her head back again, rougher this time. My lips move down to her chest before settling on a nipple. Licking and lightly nibbling it, letting her arch into touch. I finally let go of her hair, but the younger woman kept her head in the same place. I keep teasing and move my hand to remove her tights and underwear. I chose to keep the skirt on, I'm not sure why, I just find her so much hotter like that. As I undressed her, Char's breath hitched when my hand grazed her thighs. After her clothes were removed, I ran my hand back up her leg settling it on her thigh. I look up at Char and she nods. I release her nipple from my mouth, urging her, "Use your words." "Yes Mia, please," Char whimpers.

I slowly move my hand, my fingers caressing the skin closer to where she wants me. I descend, my head going under her skirt. I lick my lips before running my tongue up her pussy. A mixture of this and the build-up of tension so far caused Char to throw her head back against the wall. My tongue pays attention to her clit and I thrust two fingers into her, forcing her to let out the most feral moan I have ever heard. I'd be lying if I said that this almost sent me over the edge without even being touched.

I could feel Char getting closer, the way her hips rolled into me, the way her walls convulsed around my fingers, the way she clutched onto my hair for dear life and pulled me closer in. "Now then, have you learned your lesson?" I growled, Char groaning at the loss of stimulation. "I'm yours, Amelia, just god please let me cum," she desperately rasped. "Good girl," I husked before I obeyed her request, returning my tongue to her and increasing my pace. I think I hear Char try to say something but her words are unintelligible, the only word I hear is my name. Her grip on my hair tightens as she reaches her climax, which I help her through before slowing my movements.

Char's knees are buckling, I quickly stand up to hold her, keeping her stable. I help her over to the bed, laying her down, and letting her catch her breath. "Well done sweetheart," I whisper, "I'll be right back." I go to grab a towel, wet it and bring it back through. I go over to Char, wiping down her legs, and taking extra care when wiping her pussy. When done, I throw the towel into the washbin. "Are you okay?" I ask her. "Yeah, I'm fine. I know this was your way of saying sorry so yes I also accept your apology. I love you Mia," Char struggles to get her words out but I completely understand her. "Charlotte, I love you, thank you for understanding. You did so well for me sweetheart."

We spent the rest of the night cuddling, with small amorous affections shared. Char coaxed me to explain to her why I was so upset, and we spent a while talking about insecurities. We spent the whole night talking and cuddling like we did the first night she came over. Except this time, she wasn't just a damsel in distress, she was my girlfriend.