- Three Days Later -
It was around 3 a.m., and the house was wrapped in a quiet stillness. Everyone had gone to bed after another day of laughter, drinking and skiing.
Everyone had been having a great time, but in the dimly lit kitchen, Y/N sat alone, nursing a glass of whiskey. The quiet allowed her mind to wander, her thoughts a swirl of emotions and unresolved tension.
She was exhausted, they had been in aspen for three days, and in three days, all Y/N could think about was Behati.
She had tried to keep herself busy, but all she managed to focus on in those past three days was Behati voice, her laugh, the way her eyes sparkled every time she talked to Amelia and Nathaniel.
And how shitty it all felt, because she didn't want to think about Behati, she wanted to focus on her wife, she wanted to look at Lizzie and feel the same way she felt every time she looked at Behati, but she couldn't and she hated herself for it.
Footsteps padded softly behind her, and Y/N turned to see Behati walk in, her expression tired yet alert. Behati went straight to the fridge, grabbing a water bottle before glancing at Y/N.
"Hey... why are you up? It's 3 a.m.," Behati asked, twisting the cap off the bottle.
Y/N offered a small smile. "Couldn't sleep. What about you?"
Behati shrugged, sliding into the chair next to her. "Same. Just... too much on my mind, I guess."
Y/N observed her for a moment, sensing something was wrong. "You've been keeping your distance these last few days. What's going on?"
Behati hesitated, her fingers playing with the cap of her bottle. "It's Damien."
Y/N frowned, leaning forward. "Damien? What about him? Did he do something? He can be... a jackass sometimes, what did he do?"
Behati sighed, finally meeting Y/N's gaze. "He basically told me to stay away from you. Said I needed to be 'discreet, and by the amount of money you waste on me I should keep to myself so that Elizabeth won't catch on, and if I'm not discreet it could ruin everything... I could ruin everything"
Y/N's expression darkened. "He said that?"
Behati nodded. "Yeah, he said... I'm just your 'whore' and that I should know my place, especially with Elizabeth around. He didn't want me messing things up for you."
Y/N's jaw clenched, her anger rising. "Damien doesn't get to tell you what your place is. You're more than some object or label, Behati. You're a guest here, just like anyone else. Don't let him push you around."
Behati smiled, though it was tinged with sadness. "He's right you have no idea of how hard it is... I don't want to ruin your life Y/n but it's hard not to want to be close to you, to touch you...I know I'm just... something you can buy, but I—"
Before Behati could finish, Y/N leaned in, kissing her softly but deliberately, pulling her closer. The kiss carried all the things they hadn't said out loud but both felt. Behati responded, deepening the kiss, letting herself get lost in the moment.
As the kiss grew more heated, Y/N lifted Behati effortlessly onto the kitchen table, their bodies pressing together. For a moment, Y/N broke the kiss, resting her forehead against Behati's as she whispered, "You're not something I can buy. You're everything I've been craving, everything I've wanted. Don't ever think you're less."
Behati's breath caught in her throat, and she pulled Y/N back into another kiss, this one filled with even more urgency. They moved quickly, hands fumbling with each other's shirts, but just as Y/N pulled Behati's top off, a sharp sound broke the moment.
The unmistakable sound of glass shattering, followed by.
" WHAT THE FUCK?!"
