A Mialotte Story: Good in a crisis

Two parts of a whole

AN: a slightly longer chapter, but put a lot of work into this one because the last two felt kinda rushed and I wanted to convey the raw emotion just right. Hope you enjoy ☺️

The next 3 months would be difficult for Charlotte and Mia. Whilst Mia was in hospital under the close observation of Doctor Rowlands, Charlotte had been busy making arrangements in preparation for Mia's release. With any spare time she had in between work and parenting, Charlotte made an effort to visit Mia in the hospital every day.

Over the week, Charlotte and Mia were able to outline a practical routine that would work for both of them. Establishing boundaries whilst also ensuring that Mia receives the necessary attention to aid her recovery. Although Mia protested at the idea of any help, she was far too proud.

The two had both agreed that it was best for them to reside separately throughout Mia's recovery so that they could take their relationship one step at a time, not blurring any lines. Mia knew she had to regain her sweetheart's trust, so she was happy to respect the distance and take things at Charlotte's pace. Really, she felt blessed that Charlotte still loved her and would be eternally grateful for her staying.

Mia and Charlotte had danced around the conversation of the kiss as they discussed how they could move forward, but Mia knew that it was still bothering Char and was ready to have it out from day one. She feared that as more time passed, the more Char would grow to resent her. But Charlotte wasn't ready, she was committed to nursing the redhead back to health without any obstacles.

"Okay Amelia, it looks like you're good to go! All your tests came back clear, and you certainly seem in good spirits. Just please be aware that the wound on your head from the incision is going to be tender until it heals and your balance may be off as your brain continues to readjusts. Any nausea or severe headaches please do get in touch, but other than that, we'll see you in a few weeks for your follow up consultation."

Mia couldn't be more relieved to be escaping the four walls of her prison cell...at least that's what it had felt like to her this past week. "Char, I'm fine! I do remember how to walk you know?" Mia huffed as Charlotte practically forced her into a wheelchair. "Amelia Roberts, you heard what Doctor Rowlands just said! Your brain is still readjusting, will you please stop fighting this and just let me help you!" Mia was in no position to argue, she still wasn't feeling a hundred percent herself yet and she can't deny that she actually got a kick out of Char telling her off like that.

As Char helped the patient into her apartment, Mia noticed that it was in much better condition than she left it. Charlotte had been popping in and out all week disposing of the crime scene that Mia left behind before her accident. The sofa had been surrounded by empty whiskey bottles, the coffee table bearing empty glasses and stained with ring marks and, the kitchen displaying an array of empty take out containers.

Mia had also noticed the personal touches, her eyes filling with adoration for her sweetheart. Charlotte had bought a box of Mia's favourite chocolates and positioned them on the coffee table beside the TV remote, along with some painkillers and the most recent issue of Vogue. She knew Mia always had a passion for fashion. On the kitchen counter was a gorgeous bouquet of black roses, which were actually Char's favourites but had now become somewhat of a symbol of their relationship at this point. Therefore, Mia loved them too.

Charlotte got Mia settled on the sofa with a blanket before cuddling up next to her. Oh how they'd both missed this. This was the most physical contact either of them had gotten to engage in since everything blew up in smoke, so as they basked in each other's warmth, Charlotte began to run through the arrangement for the weeks to come.

"Okay, so, I will come and check in on you every morning on my way to work after, and then on nights I don't have the girls I will be here for as long as you need, to make you dinner, help you shower and what not. And I know you don't like it, but I will ask Reece to come and keep an eye on you when I can't, okay?"

Mia rolled her eyes. Although she appreciated all the effort Charlotte was going to, she couldn't help but feel that this all seemed rather excessive. Particularly asking Reece to help out, the two weren't exactly chummy like they once were back when they were kids. Mia cast all that aside, reminding herself that this was necessary and once again, that she was lucky to still have Charlotte around.

The two were comfortably set up on the sofa together as they tucked into Mia's chocolates. Charlotte did secretly hoped she would share them, she was always weak when it came to chocolate. "Charlotte?"
"Mhmm?"
"Will you stay with me tonight?"
Charlotte sat up, removing herself from Mia's embrace as she made eye contact with her. Her expression seemed troubled. "Mia, we talked about this. If we fall back into old habits too soon then we may never be able to recover what we had. I love you, okay? But right now we need boundaries and space" Charlotte explained softly, Mia's face now filled with disappointment as she let out a deep sigh. 
"I know, baby. You're right, and I will wait as long as it takes." Mia graced Char with a gentle kiss for reassurance. She knew she was pushing her luck, but she was just so eager to call Charlotte hers again.

As the day drew to an end and the patient had been fed, Charlotte offered to help Mia to bed. Naturally, Mia declined. She had been sat down almost all day after spending a week in a hospital bed, and was pretty confident that she was rested enough to make it into her own bed without assistance. Charlotte remained seated on the sofa with her arms crossed. "Off you go then" she ordered, challenging the redhead. 

Mia stood up from the sofa and instantly took a wobble, nearly landing herself on the coffee table. Thank goodness for Char being ready to catch her, knowing her balance would be off. "Okay, come on you" Charlotte said as she wrapped Mia's arm around her shoulder, unburdening her of her weight before making a beeline for the bedroom.

Charlotte lowered Mia to sit on the bed and went to her drawers to get her some pyjamas. It was silly, but Mia had never been so relieved to see a set of pyjamas after her week of donning a gown that didn't cover her arse. Charlotte sat beside Mia on the bed as she slowly began to undress her, hesitating as she clung onto the hemline of the redhead's t-shirt. As she lifted it up over her head revealing Mia's bare chest, Char felt her breath catch in her throat.

It had been over a month since Mia and Char's last night of passion, and Charlotte had become visibly flustered at the reminder of what she'd been missing. Mia's body. Her face flushed at the impure thoughts running rampant in her head. Mia could tell from Charlotte's face and body language what she was craving, only realising that she craved it too.

Mia momentarily gave into lust as she captured Charlotte in a searing kiss, raising her hands to cup either side of Charlotte's face. She was pleased to not feel any resistance, so she slid her tongue into Charlotte's mouth entwining the pair. The two were now completely absorbed by one another's taste. Charlotte took Mia's waist in her hands, pulling her body closer, drawing a soft moan from the redhead. Both lovers now getting breathier as each movement intensified.

Then suddenly, Mia ceases. Her eyes closed as she tries to steady her breathing, with her forehead resting against Charlotte's. Charlotte dug her nails into Mia's waist in frustration at the sudden halt. "We can't, Char, not tonight" Mia whispered. She moved her hands to remove Charlotte's from around her waist and held onto them as she continued. "It wouldn't be right."
"I know" Charlotte murmured, with tears pooling in her eyes and a quivering lip.

Besides the fact that Mia still had a long recovery ahead of her, both Charlotte and Mia knew that they had things to resolve before resuming their intimate activities. Neither of them wanted those precious moments tainted with anger or resentment, and so the pair would wait, until such a time they felt like two parts of a whole again.