Summary: AU. Begins in late 2012. My take on Sophie and Sian's storyline, as well as events centred around them and others. It includes love, loss, depression, violence, addiction, a tram crash, two funerals and a wedding. That's all I'm saying, read on to find out what I mean. Siophie, Sophie/Sian.
A/N: This one's quite different from the previous story I wrote, 'The Gangster and the Mistress', what with a completely different tone to it. This one starts off quite slow and fluffy (if one would put it like that; it's fluffy at times with hardly an intense storyline, but it'll all kick off around chapter five. For now, it's mainly focusing on the girls' 'picture perfect', adorable relationship). I've also tried to improve my writing style a bit in this story, so I think it's OK. I think that this story will last around about 50 chapters or so, too. Or maybe more. I don't know, I've only done a rough plan of it before I began writing.
And I know the summary isn't very good. It's all I could think of. One more thing, whenever there's a break in-between scenes, I'm adding a little 'S&S' caption, obviously representing Sophie and Sian. I thought it'd look quite cute and nice, so that's why I'm starting to do it. The 'S&S' symbol will also be brought up in the story itself multiple times, too.
By the way, I apologise for the crazy long chapter. I didn't know how to divide it, so I just left it. Hahaha...sorry about that.
So…ignore my pointless rambling and read 'to find out what I meant' in the summary!
Save Me From My Downfall, Baby
Chapter One
"I love you…"
"Soph, are you just going to say that over and over again?"
"Yeah, cos' I do…I love you so much."
"I love you too, baby."
For the past half-an-hour, Sophie had repeatedly been stating that 'she loved Sian' while the two lay beside each other in bed. Not that Sian was bothered by Sophie's frequent, identical comments. She adored how much her girlfriend cherished her, worshipped her and was devoted to her every need. It made their relationship all the more natural and successful, as well as more romantic on their behalf, if they dropped in a quick (or a slow, depending on the situation) 'I love you'.
They had managed to receive an approval from Sally to stay alone in bed together that afternoon by saying that they would 'watch a harmless movie'. Of course, that wasn't the case. Sophie felt a little bad for lying to her mother, but it was the only way that she'd get her off their backs. Sally normally never trusted her daughter with these things, always thinking the worst of the situation (and, in this case, thinking that Sophie and Sian were 'getting up to mischief' like they had done last year - where Sally had caught them 'at it'), although Sophie could be quite the convincing young lady when she needed to be.
"I just love you so fucking much," Sophie buried her head in Sian's chest, her face not a million miles away from the blond's plump breasts, "You're my everything."
"You tell me that all the time, babe. You said that to me this morning, too."
"I know…I just love you so much, though…" Sophie lifted her head and shuffled backwards while laying, coming face-to-face with Sian, their lips inches apart.
"I love you, too…"
"Hmmm…"
Because the girls were having a 'lazy day' in together, Sian had opted to put on pyjamas (more specifically, a onesie) in an attempt to feel more comfortable. Sophie, although not wearing the outfit, had fallen in-love with the fluffy, pink onesie that she Sian had slipped on. She had never been anything more adorable in her entire life. Wanting to play 'copy-cat' with the blond, Sophie decided to put on a onesie of her own; fluffy, white, and patterned with blue moons and stars, along with a hood (that had the edition of little 'bear ears', in which Sophie had just discovered).
"Dead freezing I am." Sophie felt a rush of cold air hit the back of her neck, and so had grabbed the back of her hood and pulled it over her head (in an attempt to get warmer), earning a light-hearted giggle from her girlfriend.
"D'awwww…"
"What?"
"You look like a big fat teddy bear!" Sian childishly pointed at Sophie, snickering like a two year-old.
"Fuck off!" Sophie battered the blond's arm away, unable to hide the growing grin that was playing upon her lips. Her cursing was only in good nature, as was Sian's taunting.
"Hey, Soph?" Sian ran a finger across the crease of Sophie's arm, goosebumps quickly forming on the outer skin from the gentle touch.
"Yeah?"
"You think we'll get married one day?"
That question normally played on Sian's mind. The girls had lasted since they were sixteen, and considering that this was the first lesbian relationship that either had embarked on, they had done pretty well for themselves by staying together for the past two years. Sian often wondered if her and Sophie would last up until one decided to 'pop the question', as well as secretly hoping that they would resume their perfect (well, perfect was an understatement - the girls did have their 'off' days, where an argument would often occur, but generally they got along like a house on fire) connection with each other. She'd always wished to settle down with Sophie, too. It had been one of her only life-long dreams. Sophie was - after all - her soulmate. Some said that 'soulmates didn't exist', but Sian knew, once she'd got together with Sophie, that they certainly did. And soulmates often married, didn't they?
"Really?" Sophie cocked an eyebrow, appearing to Sian as if she found the query amusing, in which seemingly offended the blond by slight. Sian quickly experienced a feeling of doubt that Sophie was taking her question seriously, although was instantly brought into her previous, 'loved-up' mood when Sophie continued, "Course' we are, babe. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you, don't I? I wanna marry you, grow old with you, live in a house with you and have kids with you. You're my everything, Sian. My bae and my wifey. You're the reason I make the effort to get out of bed and because of you, I'm always on cloud nine. I definitely want to marry you, Sian Powers."
"Oh, God…it sounds like you're about to propose to me now." Sian sniggered, earning a chuckle back from Sophie. Their chuckles soon morphed into fully blown laughter.
"No, seriously," Sophie said through laughs, attempting to compose herself, "I really do want to marry you, babe. I love you, and my love for you is infinite; it'll never go away, for as long as I, Sophie Lauren Webster, will live. Cos' you, Sian Powers, are the one I want. You're 'it' for me."
"'It', eh?" Sian questioned cheekily. She placed a slender hand on Sophie's cheek, lovingly stroking the moderately tanned skin, "Ain't we got the rest of our lives to find 'that' person? You're seventeen - almost eighteen - and I'm eighteen. We're still pretty young even though I'm not a teenager anymore, and in a few months, neither will you. Sadly…" Sian had missed her teenage years ever since they'd ended last year, though was looking forward in uncovering what adulthood had in store for her and Sophie. Sophie, on the other hand, was yet to discover what adulthood was really like, and was actually looking forward to it.
"You are the rest of my life." Sophie responded without no hesitation.
"Aww, babe…" Sian tried her best not to squeal at Sophie's successfully 'romantic' remark, "This is what made me fall in love with you two years ago, y'know. You're such a soppy cow that it's unreal," She emitted a slight giggle. Sophie responded with a raised eyebrow and a mock frown, "What? You are. C'mon, admit it. You are pretty damn soppy at times…but guess what?"
"What?"
"I love you for it." Sian said in a low whisper, her lips now dangerously close to her girlfriend's.
"Well, cheers," The brunette laughed, "I'm glad you love my soppiness."
"I do…it's cute."
"Really?"
"Course it is, Soph." Without no hesitation, the blond sealed Sophie's lips in a soft, subtle kiss.
At first, it started off quite sweet and tender, as if the girls were afraid of hurting each other, but as soon as Sian started to deepen the kiss, Sophie kissed her with much passion. Sian felt her strong, wet tongue run across her bottom lip, and had decided to open her own mouth to allow their tongues explore each other's mouths. Sophie ran her fingers through Sian's hair and pulled her closer, before pulling away from her completely so they could catch a breath. They smiled widely, bringing their foreheads close together.
"Hmmm…" Sophie murmured, continuing to run her fingers through Sian's now slightly messy, blond hair. Her nostrils were hit by a fantastic, exuberant waft of strawberries and cream; how Sian's hair always smelt. "Your hair smells nice. Did you condition it?"
"Yeah…you like it?"
"Mmm hmmm…but you know what I'd like more?"
"What?"
"If you kissed me again."
Without hesitation, Sian latched her lips back onto Sophie's and grinned, before teasingly moving aside once again.
"Happy?" Sian wondered, raising an eyebrow.
"Very," Sophie nuzzled her nose against her girlfriend's, "You don't know what you do to me, Powers. You don't know how fucking perfect you are, or how ecstatic you make me. There's never a day that passes by where I don't reflect on how much I love you. Cos' I do, baby."
"And there's the soppiness again."
"You said you loved me for it, Sian." Sophie reminded.
"Yeah, yeah, true…I did."
The girls fell silent, simply enjoying each other's close company. As Sian buried her head into Sophie's chest, a loose strand of hair fell across her face, and so Sophie took the opportunity to tuck it behind her girlfriend's ear. Sian giggled, edging even nearer to the stunning brunette. Within Sophie's chest, Sian was able to hear her heart thumping. Considering that they were in rest position, Sophie's heart had been pumping relatively quickly and loudly. Sian beamed, her eyes now firmly shut. She knew almost instantly that she was the cause of Sophie's unusually quick heart; as Sophie appropriately commented one time, her heart always skipped a beat whenever Sian was being adorable, sexy, naughty or 'lovey-dovey'. Resulting in the warmth radiating from Sophie's body, in addition to her closed eyes, Sian was in the early stages of feeling lethargic and tired. Not that she could help it, of course. It was in the early hours of the evening, and considering how the sky had began to darken earlier (being that it was mid-September, with summer unfortunately disappearing), it was psychological that Sian thought it was later then it actually was.
"You're amazing," Sophie kissed Sian's forehead, finally speaking up, "You really are…"
"I think I've lost count over how many times you've said that." Sian replied, her eyes fluttering open.
"But you said you love it?"
"I do…"
Sophie and Sian found themselves locking lips once again just a few mere seconds later. In an instant, it grew passionate and dominant, Sophie resting a hand on Sian's cheek as she kissed her hard. The girls giggled into the kiss, finding the intensity nothing short of thrilling. Sian, this time, laced her fingers through Sophie's hair, crashing their lips even closer together. They almost resisted the urge to emit a moan, but due to the sheer fierceness of their make-out session, that had deemed impossible, and so Sophie was the first to unleash a virtually silent groan. Sian raked her fingers down Sophie's head and briefly brushed past her neck, finally allowing them to settle on her upper back.
On the spur of the moment, the white, sticker-and-poster-covered door was pushed forwards, revealing a gob-smacked Rosie. The girls repelled from their kiss instantly, embarrassed at the sight of the older Webster, although remained in their muddled arrangement.
"Oh em gee…"
"Rosie!" Sophie ranted, "Stop walking in on us! This is the third time this week!"
"Not my fault you two naughty little girls can't control yourselves," Rosie sniggered, knowing she was getting to her sister, "Why can't you both get a room?"
"We're in a flamin' room, Rosie!" Sophie exhaled heavily, "Look around you! What would you call four walls, a ceiling and a floor? Hmmm…let me think about it for a sec, it needs intense concentration…oh yeah, a room! A room that we've got!"
"Alright little miss sarcastic knickers," Rosie strode into the room, "I swear, as you've got older you've become even more of a pain in the arse. Kissing your 'gee eff' at every opportunity, eye-fucking her round every corner. What a dirty minx you are!"
"Um…" Sian said, puzzled, "What's a 'gee eff'?
"Girlfriend," Rosie stated, "Surely you'd know that by now."
"Well, we don't," Sophie groaned in exasperation, "Now could you please leave?"
"So you two'll start making out again? Not a chance."
"Rosie!"
"And I'll tell mum that you haven't been watching a 'harmless movie' if you kick me out of your four walls, a ceiling and a floor," Rosie added air quotes around the word's 'harmless movie'. She chuckled at her own joke which completed the sentence, but neither Sophie or Sian found it particularly funny, "What? I was only kidding. I won't tell her. I'm not that horrible, y'know."
"Could've fooled me…" Sophie mumbled.
"I'm a very caring, compassionate person for your information," Rosie put her hands on her hips.
"'Compassion'? You wouldn't know it if you tried. You're as shallow as they get."
"And you're as moody as they get." Rosie teased.
"Go away, Rosie…"
"Sorry, no can do."
With slightly less frustration towards the situation (nonetheless still unhappy about it, though not expressing it through words and emotions), Sian piped up, "Rosie…why did you even come up here when you've made this mistake more then once?"
"Oh, just got bored of the Antiques Roadshow. Mum and dad were watching it, so I was like 'ugh, this is dead boring. It must be a bit more interesting with my geek of a sister and her smoking hot gee eff upstairs'. So mum was like 'yeah, they're watching a movie'. And I went 'oh, okay. I'll watch it with them' before coming up. But…obviously you two don't want me in here, so…" She appeared to be slightly defeated, "I'll leave you 'to it'."
"No, don't go, Rosie," Sian pleaded; she'd felt immensely guilty after seeing Rosie's change of expression. Sophie shot her a glance, however Sian ignored her and continued, "We'll put on a film on Soph's laptop if you want. It'd be nice, us three girls. And your mum won't think we lied about what we were doing up here if she was to walk on on us."
"Depends, what movie?"
"Hmm…" Sian thought for a moment, "Oh, I know. How about the Lion King? Haven't seen it in ages, and that film's like my childhood."
Sophie's foul mood was suddenly lifted at the mention of one her's and Sian's favourite movies, "Yeah! Let's see it, babe! And can we sing along to the songs too?"
"Of course we can, sweetie-pie." Sian nuzzled Sophie's nose, earning a scoff from Rosie.
"Are you two going to be all 'lovey-dovey' throughout it?"
"Well yeah, duh," Sophie rolled her eyes, "We're allowing you to watch a movie with us instead of kicking you out so we can have time together. The least you could do is suck it up and allow us to have our 'lovey-dovey' antics."
"Ugh…whatever…"
"So…" Sian said awkwardly, feeling the tension in the room between the two sisters, "Let's put the film on before you two practically explode from those glares you're giving each other…okay?"
"Okay…" The Webster girls said in unison, dryly and distantly.
_S&S_
"Can you feel the love tonight?
The peace the evening brings,
The world for once in perfect harmony,
With all its living things…"
The critically acclaimed, universally famed single 'Can You Feel The Love Tonight?' was blaring out loud of the speakers in the black, lightweight laptop. The laptop rested on Sophie's thighs, enabling all three of the girls to watch the movie comfortably. She was sandwiched between her girlfriend and her sister, with Sian half-asleep, snuggling up into the crook of her neck and Rosie draping an arm across her shoulders. Amazingly enough, neither Sophie or Rosie argued as the Lion King played (which had now reached the fourty-minute mark), instead deciding to embrace their time together as an opportunity to bond.
"Can you feel the love tonight?
You needn't look too far,
Stealing through the night's uncertainties,
Love is where they are…"
"This is basically your theme song, isn't it?" Rosie whispered.
"Eh?" Sophie wondered.
"You and Sian."
"Yeah, s'pose it is…"
Sophie's scanned over Sian's half-asleep, charming face and beamed widely; how more appealing and irresistible could the blond beauty be? Her rosy-red, ample lip stuck out, forming a slight pout. Sophie began to loose herself within her intense thoughts of Sian and how much she meant to her. If it wasn't for the endearing, precious, amazing, dazzling, fair-haired, pouting girl beside her, Sophie wouldn't know where she'd be. When her mother had got breast cancer three years ago, Sophie was only fifteen, and had no idea of how to cope. She had honestly wanted to kill herself at times. But Sian, who was her best mate at the time, did everything she could to reassure Sophie. She'd gone through a similar situation, as her grandmother had got lung cancer when she was just eight, and had a basic idea of how to deal with the situation appropriately. And, whenever Sophie would be shunned by her parents in favour of Rosie, Sian would always be there to listen to whatever complete and utter nonsense she had to say. Not to mention that before they became lovers, Sian cared about Sophie as much as she did now, which proved that they were best friends and lovers simultaneously. This aspect of their past history made their current relationship all the more powerful.
"You asleep, babe?" Sophie muttered.
"No," Sian's eyes slowly opened, "I'm just drifting off…"
"Then sleep."
"Don't wanna…" She let out a short, cute yawn, "I'm not tired…I wanna watch the movie with you…" Sophie gently pecked her cheek, forehead and lips. Sian returned her girlfriend's form of affection with a smile before her eyes became droopy once again.
"And if he falls in love tonight,
It can be assumed,
His carefree days with us are history,
In short, our pal is doomed…"
Out of the corner of her eye, Rosie saw the couple's loving antics and couldn't help but feel all 'mushy' inside (although she would normally wind them up if they displayed any form of love, she didn't feel as 'up to it' this time). They loved each other. They really, properly loved each other. Grinning like a Chesire cat, she murmured into Sophie's ear, "Can you two feel the love tonight?"
"Seriously, Rosie?" Sophie rose an eyebrow; would her sister ever learn?
"Seriously," Rosie confirmed, "You two proper love each other. I know I don't say this often, but your relationship is ridiculously perfect and so adorable to watch since you love each other that much. It's just amazing to see that you've already found the person you're going to marry. You…are going to marry Sian? Aren't you?"
"Yeah, definitely. It'll be sometime in the future. I'm sure of it. We were actually talking about it earlier, ironically enough…I said how we'd live together, have kids and grow old together. I wanna spend the rest of my life with her."
"Aww…"
"Your sister can be a dead romantic at heart when she wants to be…" Sian said sleepily, yawning for a second time.
"Never thought so, she's always so grumpy when you're not around."
"No I ain't…" Sophie grumbled, "And anyway, when's Sian not around? She basically lives here. Don't you, babe?"
Sian didn't reply. Raising an eyebrow, Sophie nudged the blond several times, though her girlfriend had not responded. Sian was slowly breathing in and out, her chest rising and falling, as she let out soft snores. Much like before when she was half-asleep, Sian's lower lip stuck out in front of her upper one. Metaphorically speaking, Sophie could feel her heart melting inside. Sian was just too adorable, and the way she slept only increased that. It may of sounded slightly creepy to anyone, but Sophie enjoyed watched Sian sleep because of this aspect about the blond beauty.
Sophie guided Sian's inanimate body in a comfortable laying position, lifting her away from her side and resting her head on a plliow. As she twisted around to guide Sian, the laptop slid off her thighs and thumped onto the duvet, slamming shut as it did so, "G'night, princess…" She kissed Sian's forehead, pulling part of the duvet over her onsie-clad body, "I love you so much…sweet dreams."
"Is she asleep?" Rosie tapped Sophie's shoulder, "Only she isn't reply-"
"Of course she's sleeping, Rosie! Talk about stating the obvious! Now shut up or you'll wake her!"
"Okay, okay… so does that mean we aren't watching the film anymore?"
"Ugh! No it don't, Rosie! Now I don't know about you, but I'm a little tired. I just wanna go to sleep."
"Alright, bible basher," Rosie smirked, ruffling Sophie's hair. 'Bible basher' was one of the many, unoriginal nicknames that Rosie had for her sister, "G'night, sleep tight, and don't let those bastard bed bugs bite!"
"Fuck off!" Sophie tried to contain her laughter, not wanting to wake Sian from her deep slumber, "Now I ain't trying to be rude, but could you kindly get out of my room?"
"You were trying to be rude and you know it."
"Rosie!"
"Alright! I'm leaving!" Rosie climbed off the bed, stepping towards the door, "I'll tell mum and dad you said g'night, yeah?"
"Yeah, yeah. Night slapper."
Instead of retorting to Sophie's remark like she normally would, Rosie simply shook her head and closed the door, enabling Sophie to lay down and cuddle with her 'sleeping princess'.