Madeline sighed; once again, she had been left to sit awkwardly at the bar after her date forgot about her. It wasn`t anything new to Madeline. It happened all the time, which only made it even sadder.

So, here she was. Reduced to gazing dismally at the woman just a few bar stools up from her. The woman really was gorgeous, though; long, white hair tied up in a messy bun; pale, almost white skin, just aching to be touched; a backless black dress with a halter neck and slit running up her thigh, showcasing a remarkable figure; and, from what Madeline could see at this angle, her lips were full, so kissable, and coated in a red gloss. Okay, so Madeline was gay, and had been waiting for a collage girl from her lecture on conservation when it finally clicked that she had been forgotten again.

I should go…Kumarie is probably stuck in the dustbin again…or eating all my left over pancakes from the fridge…yep, that`s it. I`m going.

"Excuse me, miss," the barman pulled Madeline from the deep recesses of her mind with the clink of a martini glass being put in front of her on the bar table, "From the young woman just there."

The barman motioned his head to the woman Madeline had been looking at before. Only now, she was smirking Madeline`s way. She winked at her, causing Madeline to blush and try to hide behind her wheat-blonde curls.

Undetermined, the woman stood and slinked next to Madeline, claiming the bar stool next to her. "Like what you see?"

German…the woman`s accent was German…just the accent that sent Madeline spiralling. She blushed again, taking a sip from her martini glass and looking at the floor. "Y-y-you s-saw that?"

The woman nodded once, wafting a deep scent of burnt incense and firewood her way.

Madeline stared wide eyed at the woman, her face becoming a darker shade of red by the second. "I-I-I`m sorry! I-I-I-I-I d-d-d-did-dn`t m-m-mean-"

"Oh, no! It`s fine! I can`t say I wasn`t looking at you either, cutie." The woman bumped shoulders with Madeline in an attempt to make her more comfortable. The little blonde really was too cute for the German to handle, getting all flustered like that.

Madeline continued to stare. "Waite…you`re gay?" She leaned in and whispered the last part as to make sure nobody heard. People could be real homophobes these days.

The German woman nodded again, taking a sip from her own martini glass. "Loud and proud. And if anybody gives me shit, I just tell them their jealous that they can`t have this piece of awesome for themselves. "

Madeline giggled and looked down into her own glass. It was at times like these she was glad she had come out to her family as being openly gay. It meant she could meat gorgeous people like this woman who were so bright and confident, everything Madeline strived to be.

"That`s a very high way to look at one`s self." A little bit of flirting couldn`t hurt; Madeline had already been stood up.

"Well, when you are as awesome as me, you have the privilege to look at yourself like that. Why? Don`t you view yourself as a prise for just the right girl? I do. Whoever you choose to be worthy of your amazing ass is extremely lucky." The woman looked Madeline up and down, drinking her in; long sleeved flower print tee, tucked into a short, double layered floral print skirt, complete with a tan belt synching in her waist; her hair was left out, curls tumbling down her back and she had one odd curl sticking out at the front. So very, very cute.

Madeline blushed again, looking anywhere but at the pretty German woman. "No…I`ve always been forgotten about, and those who did remember me always thought I was my twin sister. It`s pretty depressing, actually. I was supposed to be going on a date today but…she forgot. So, once again, I`m left to wallow in my own sorrows at the bar, just like every other Saturday."

The woman was struck speechless. Never had she herd such a thing occurring to such a sweet young girl. And the fact that she was supposed to be on a date right now and got stood up infuriated her.

Madeline paused as she felt something brush against her cheek. It smelled like burnt incense and firewood. The white haired woman pulled back from Madeline`s cheek, completely shameless and uncaring of the dirty looks being sent their way. "I think that girl who stood you up is a foolish asshole of a bitch, who doesn`t know what she`s missing. And, you`re not going to have to wallow on your own; I`m here to wallow with you, whenever you need it. 'Cause I`m awesome like that."

Madeline looked at the woman. She had red eyes, the shade of the prettiest roses, just ready to be given way.

Whoa…there so pretty…she must be an albino or something. God she gives me girl boner.

"…Thank you," Madeline quickly downed the rest of her martini in one gulp slamming the glass down on the table and sighing. "I`m Madeline."

The white haired woman smirked again, a seductive glint to her eyes. "Jillian."

Madeline decided against her better judgement that she liked Jillian and, in a rare bout of courage, smirked back at her. "Do you care for a round of shots? I`ll pay."

Jillian`s smirk grew into a wide grin and very strange (read: adorable) laugh. "Kesesese~! Awesome! If you`re paying, how could I refuse?"

Ten shots and some very rude jokes later, the two found themselves outside the bar, shivering against the cold despite the fact that they were both wearing coats.

Madeline, now more confident due to the alcohol running through her system, smiled brightly at Jillian. "I had a really good time tonight."

Jillian nodded in agreement, yet held a seductive glint to her crimson eyes. "Um-hum. But, I don`t think my night would be complete with doing one more thing…"

Before Madeline could even inquire as to what Jillian had meant by that, here lips were stolen and gently pressed against as Jillian stepped closer to the blonde.

Madeline`s eyes flew closed. She kissed back with as much vigour as was being received, much to the amusement of Jillian. She lightly ran her tongue along Madeline`s lips, asking for permission. It was given almost instantly. They fought for dominance, with Madeline eventually giving in to let Jillian explore every nook and crevasses of her mouth.

They stayed like that for what felt like years, lip locked and holding each other close. When they finally parted a thin line of saliva connected their mouths together.

"My place or yours?" Madeline barely breathed out.

"I live five minutes down the road." Jillian kept hold of Madeline, proud of the little bird she`d encompassed into her night.

Madeline nodded, still out of breath. "Definitely your place."

The two quickly began to walk away, holding hands and bumping shoulders every now and then. As they walked away, Madeline took note of the taste of cherry lip gloss on her tongue, and how she craved to taste more of it, as well as other things coting the albino leading her along the rod.

I`m sorry Kumarie, but I won`t be coming home tonight…I`ll be getting laid by the most attractive, sexy woman I have ever had the pleasure of having a tongue shoved down my throat by.


A/N: Just an idea I`d had for a while that I needed to get down on paper. (BTW last chp was called 'Pierce me baby') R&R, fav, follow and enjoy!