It was true. She just didn't get it.
Maddie sat on the couch for a while trying to figure out what to do. She looked around a room that had become familiar to her, even though she had only been at the Webster's for a few days. Since she didn't have a job, she had spent her days either wandering the cobbles or snooping around the house. Spying around the neighborhood had given her a little insight into the neighbors. A few of them were having sad pathetic affairs; others were just living their boring mediocre lives.
She knew that she would soon bore of this situation, however she couldn't manage to make herself leave. Her pull towards Sophie Webster was that strong. She couldn't just disappear like she had tried before. She put her head in her hands unable to figure out her unstable emotions.
The way that Sophie had gone on about her job and the voddy had done Maddie's head in. Why did it fucking matter anyway? They could have been sharing the bottle right now between them. She had learned a long time ago that alcohol was the easiest way to loosen things up. It wasn't the first time that she'd gotten laid this way. Sophie was bit strait-laced about keeping her legs closed, but Maddie was sure that she could get her to relax a bit. And then she'd be in there.
Still Sophie was all "my job" about it. Frustration and annoyance combined to make Maddie go agro to the max. Still she just couldn't leave. A part of her wanted Sophie to kick her out. To prove to Maddie what she knew all along: she didn't deserve the love of anyone. Much less Sophie Webster.
She shivered as she thought about the brunette's lips on her own. Maddie could have stayed in that moment for ages. It was the first time that Sophie had kissed her back. Without any agenda except to show affection Sophie Webster had crashed her lips with her own. The warmth those soft lips created shot heat throughout Maddie's entire body. She just had to have her right then. Maddie closed her eyes and images of Sophie screaming her name came right to the forefront of her mind. It would have made the perfect ending to the whole thing. Maddie could have left then knowing that she had fulfilled any obligation that she had to Sophie Webster.
And Maddie could tell that she was up for it. Maddie had been with enough girls that she could tell by her body language. A forced stillness came over her features and body language, but Maddie could see the war going on beneath the surface.
"Take me to bed" she had offered. She was just appealing to the lust that she saw in the brunette's eyes. With each refusal though she had seen the tears pricking at Sophie's eyes. And then she had run off. It didn't make any sense. None at all.
It was clearly what they both wanted. Yet Sophie held back. Her self-control would have been admirable if it wasn't so frustrating. Maddie sat on that couch as if paralyzed. She couldn't leave, but she couldn't stay. So typical, she chuckled to herself.
Sadly Maddie Heath was used to being stuck between a rock and hard place. Unfortunately, this time she didn't know whom she was supposed to be fighting against.
