One Shots

The Help [Lesbian]

The Help

Sian placed the tray down and shot a worried look to Mrs. Palmer. The woman's eyes were downcast as usual in the presence of her wretched husband. Her attire elegant as always with not a hair out of place, or a touch of make-up smudged. She certainly didn't look a day over 25 despite being 5 years additional to that. Sian glances down to notice Mrs Palmer's wrist adorning a single simple bracelet that unfortunately is not thick enough to hide the reddish purple bruise forming. Instantly Sian feels pity for her. Despite being the epitome of kind, good and humble; Mrs Palmer has not been blessed with bravery. Sian honestly cannot for the life of her understand why she continues to stay in such a disastrous marriage with the horrible oaf of a man sat opposite her. Still, it is not her place to judge or say-she is just their maid.

Days later and Cecilia Palmer waltzes into the bedroom where Sian is placing away the folded, washed clothes.
"Happy birthday Mrs Palmer," smiles Sian causing the woman to falter in her steps in astonishment.
"Sian! How on earth did you know? And please, you know when Christopher's not here you can call me Cecilia," she cries back.
"Mr Palmer's not here?" asks Sian astonished. It's true she hadn't seen him all morning but it wasn't uncommon for him to leave for work before she even started.
"Oh no, he's in Korea or Japan or somewhere. Who knows-who cares? He'll be gone for a while so at least we'll have some peace and quiet for a few days," shrugs Cecilia.
Sian raises an eyebrow but only nods as usual Cecilia only retorts with the faint whisper of a smile.

The rest of the day was filled with surprises and joy for Cecilia. The staff had made her a delicious 31st birthday cake, with lots and lots of butter-cream icing just as she likes it. And they'd had a mini party, filling the house with music and even having a few rounds of karaoke.

As the night winds down to an end, most of the staff had cleared up and gone back home, but Sian remained just to check everything was fine. She set up the home security and even brought Cecilia a bottle of red as she requested. Popping it open, Sian pours it into a glass and takes it out. Her steps falter as she nears the woman laid out like Aphrodite herself on the couch. A peach coloured, chiffon vintage style dress shapes her slender body while her platinum blonde hair fans over the arm of the couch. In the glow of the fireplace, she looks incredible. Sian feels her loud heart beats at her throat. Cecilia sits up as she sees Sian bringing her a glass of wine.
She can't believe Sian is still here-she'd thought everybody had left already.
"Thanks Sian. You didn't have to stay so long. You do so much already-I wish Christopher would give you a raise."

"It's fine Cecilia, I already get enough as it is. How did you enjoy your birthday?" she asks taking the unoccupied seat beside Cecilia.
"It was good so thank-you," blushes Cecilia.
"Me? But-"
"Oh no you don't. I know it was you Sian. You're always so kind to me," sighs Cecilia. She's always wondered why someone like Sian would stick around and be so kind to someone like Cecilia. Sian's everything Cecilia isn't. Sian's strong, she's determined, proud, independent but Cecilia...She's not any of those things. She's pathetic. Pathetic and weak to let Chris bully her, to not have the courage to leave him; yet instead of being disgusted at her like Cecilia would have thought, Sian makes every-day seem better.

"You deserve kindness Cecilia," smiles Sian hesitantly leaning in to give Cecilia a hug. Placing the glass on the table, Cecilia smiles and snuggles into the hug. She'd needed that comfort for a long time. Heaven knows she doesn't get it from her supposed husband. She honestly doesn't know what she'd do without Sian. Sian's her...best friend. Well, actually, people don't have wet dreams about their best friends. And Cecilia...well, Cecilia's had far too many that's good for about Sian. But it can't be helped. Anyone with eyes can see that Sian's gorgeous. With long lean legs, tanned skin, dark wavy hair, big brown eyes and large generous bréasts; Sian could have easily been a model for sure.

When Cecilia pulls out of her hug, she's met with twin sparkling chocolate orbs.
Cecilia doesn't know what posses her but whatever it causes her to push her head forwards and press her lips right into Sian's fuller ones. They instantly part as Sian's fingers cup the smooth flesh of Cecilia's cheek to bring her in closer. Sian's tongue eagerly darts out, tracing the thinness of Cecilia's bottom lip and then as they inch open, the sneaky snake slithers into the hot cave of her employer's mouth.

Cecilia hesitantly responds to Sian's keenness. Sian immediately pulls away her eyebrows furrowing as she notes Cecilia's blush and her refusal to meet eye-to-eye. Immediately her lips pull into a frown. Obviously Cecilia's thinking it was all a mistake. God Sian way to go, trying to make out with a straight woman.

"I'm sorry. I guess...I read further into that than...." Sian huffs a light breath of air and smoothes down her skirt, "I'll just go now Mrs Palmer. I'm sorry."
Cecilia feels her heart thumping louder than ever. She can't believe she just....But she's not...And....
As Sian stands Cecilia knows that if she doesn't do anything now, she'd be letting her one chance at happiness go. So with a new found determination, she grasps Sian's wrist before she can fully leave.
"Sian...wait," calls Cecilia.
Sian spins around. Great, now what? Is she going to be fired? Probably.
"Look I'm-"
"Don't go."
"Cecilia, but you're straight...and married," exasperates Sian. Cecilia's eyes dim at the mention of her marriage.
"Sian...please. I want...I want you," begs Cecilia that desperation glistening so brightly in her grey eyes that Sian can't help but give in.
"Do you really mean that Cecilia? Or are you just saying that out of loneliness? Because I don't want to be a regret for you afterwards Cecilia, I don't want you to try and avoid me and-"
"Sian...I want this. And maybe it is the loneliness talking, but please...I want to feel loved," whispers Cecilia.
"...Okay...Okay, Cecilia, tell me what you need," breathes Sian and even though her head is warning her that this is a very bad idea and definitely stepping into dangerous boundaries; her heart is bouncing with joy at the prospect of the union.

"Kiss me."

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This part is continued on my profile on Inkitt (under the same name). For more details look at the 'Foreword' at the start.

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Pulling out of the kiss, Cecilia allows her meagre weight to fall and embraces the woman that has given her liberation.
"Sian...I want to keep doing this," she expresses as a whisper into the caramel skinned neck of her lover.
"Me too baby but...we can't," sighs Sian, her hands wrapped around Cecilia's back clutching her closer.
"Oh...But I thought...I thought you liked me?"
"Baby I do! But you're also married and...Mr Palmer-"
"Doesn't have to know. He'll never know. Please, Sian...Please, I want things to be different between us, more like this," begs Cecilia rising up to come face-to-face with a hesitant Sian.
"I don't know....Cecilia..." sighs Sian gazing away. Sure if Christopher Palmer found out at all about her and his wife, Sian would undoubtedly be fired and left with a poor reference; but that's nothing compared to what she fears he'd do to Cecilia.
"Tell me you don't want this," demands Cecilia a hot fury of despair slipping into her system as the reality of Sian perhaps leaving her seeps in.
"Cecilia I do. And I do like you, but you're with Chris. Why are you with Chris?"
Cecilia feels stunned, she'd asked herself the same question repeatedly but to have Sian asking it makes her feel at a loss for words, "I...Being with him is a better than any other options I have. If I wasn't with him Sian, I'd-I'd be homeless and I'd-"
"What if the other option was me? We wouldn't have much, we'd both have to work but...you wouldn't have to fear me like you do him, Cecilia. We could be happy..."

Cecilia's heart skips a beat, the blood pounding loud enough for her to hear. She can hardly believe this. For the first time in years, she actually has a better alternative, a much much better one. She'd be a fool to waste this and she knows it.

"I want to be happy," she breathes with a smile as her decision is made.