Sorry for the delay, I made it a bit longer to make up for the wait. I Hope you continue to enjoy, Cleo xx (The quotes in italic belong to the show)
Tilly was surprised they had made it home from wales. As asked, Jen had taken her the long way home; definitely the scenic route. Plus there were continual stops and starts, as Jen would suddenly drive into a lay by, whip of her seat belt and draw Tilly into a passionate kiss. Maybe the spontaneous pit stops would have been less frequent, if the flirtatious teen had been able to stop her hand from sliding up the teachers thigh and skirt as she drove.
Tilly was in no any rush to return home, anyway. She loves her friends and family, but the place was becoming her cage; one that locked in her desires and locked out Jen.
Now home and thrown into the throws of ordinary life, she is literally and emotionally miles away from the holiday with Jen; a trip where she had lost her inhibitions and her innocence (...plus a gorgeous pair of La Senza briefs).
She has retreated inward and had not really ventured out of the house; bar a few coffee dates with friends or a rushed encounter with her secret lover in a near by discreet location. She felt increasing isolated even when among her friends because she was unable to communicate with them openly and freely. She was tripping herself up over her own lies and was running out of convincing reasons to evade a social gathering, in-order to spend a moment with Jen.
Although she had no physical proof, she could feel an invisible wedge between her and Maddie; she had seen her best friend only once since returning from Abersoch. She could not fight the guilt that she was betraying the loyal blond with her silence, they had always been able to talk about anything with complete trust; Tilly knew this was going to eventually destroy their closeness, it was only a matter of time before Maddie would confront her.
It was becoming impossible for the brooding teen to remain optimistic, but once in her lovers arms, Jen could kiss away the doubts and frustrations in seconds. Still Tilly was becoming increasingly annoyed at Jen's conflicting actions. The teacher had tried desperately to seduce her earlier that morning but Tilly had stayed strong. She had intentionally aroused Jen with a teasing slap on her bum before sending her off to a Pilates class with Diane; knowing full well the brunette was already brimming with sexual frustration. Yet, the teen needed to make a point, if this was nothing but a bit of fun to the older women, then she was not prepared to ditch her friends every time Jen wanted attention.
Tilly had agreed in wales that this was nothing but a summer fling; she believed, however, that she would of agreed to anything at that moment, just to feel Jen's touch again. In continual contemplation during the past few days, she was unable hide her true feeling from herself. Even if Jen didn't feel the same way, it seemed obvious to Tilly that she was head over heals for the teacher. She worried whether she was just to young to understand her feelings accurately. Maybe she was misinterpreting her raging hormones and recently heighten sexual awareness, as love; after all she had nothing to really compare it to.
The truth was that Tilly had not misunderstood. Love was an emotion that predated the justice system; It was blind to the law and struck at random and at will. Race, age, gender were not obstacles to this unstoppable force just mere unimportant details. Both women could compromise themselves with logic but no amount of time or distance would suppress the emotion; how long was the teacher prepared to run from it; only time would tell.
Even tho Jen hid it from her lover, she was struggling desperately with her own feelings too. Jen as an artist, had convinced herself that she could find another way to channel her pain. She could understand if she was new to the game but she really wasn't; she had no excuse for her reckless passion. She had always been free spirited but she was exposing herself to irresponsible and irreversible damage. She knew this and yet she could not stop.
The relationships only saving grace is that she didn't have to go through the usual pointless sexuality identity issue with Tilly. The teen was confidently out and socially excepted already. How refreshing to be with a feminine and fully out women; a combination of gold dust; she was totally in awe of her.
Every step she took towards Tilly felt like an avoidable mistake but her legs would control themselves and find the teen regardless, she would see her auburn beauty walking past and within seconds her lips would also rebel, like her legs, and betray her by kissing the red-head. How could she take responsibility for her actions, if her body had a will of its own and ignored her mind like it was an overbearing parent.
She had pushed it all to far when she canceled on Tilly last minute. The circumstances had been out of her hands, when her brother Liam had turned up unexpectedly on her door step, she had no choice but to postpone their arranged hotel stay. However, she knew it would hurt her teen lover, who was already expressing signs of inpatients at her unpredictable and inconsistent behavior.
She sneaked out of the house early in the morning; Tilly had grudgingly agreed to meet her.
Jen sees the teen walk passed the window of the hut and stands to her feet in anticipation of the conversation. She knows she's to blame but she too is frustrated and angry at the circumstances. The younger woman stands at a distance clearly annoyed by what has happened.
"I'm so sorry" Jen says with obvious compassion for the teen "I tried to re-book the room for another night...but, they said it was too short notice." she continues.
Tilly does not speak and rolls her eyes not interested in Jen's excuses. She had canceled on her friends to meet with the teacher last night. How long could she put up with Jen hypocrisies, was her heart so relentlessly fickle that the teen was nothing but a game to the bored brunette.
"He just turned up on my door step. What else could I do?" She pleads, slightly annoyed by Tilly's stubbornness. She looks down with a sigh, realizing Tilly is too angry to see reason; Jen tries a different tactic and acknowledges her lovers point of view. "You're really angry?
"Yeah!" Tilly finally responds with sarcasm.
"On a scale of one to ten?" Jen quizzes with a hint of playfulness trying to defuse the situation.
"Eleven!" replies Tilly more bitter than she had intended. Noting Jen's reply of 'Oh' and a mischievous worried look on the teachers face, Tilly re-answers "Seven"
Jen can see that teens defense is sliding and tries her luck further by remaining playful and edging forward; trying to bridge the gap between them. "That's not quite as bad I suppose.."
"Six" Tilly grudgingly replies; her icy exterior being melted by the seductive heat of the woman in front of her. The teen sighs in annoyance at her lack of will power.
"Anything I can do to make it like one or two?" The older women continues, standing now within inches of Tilly and gently tugging on the teenagers 'daisy duke' style shirt. The Red-head stares longingly into the brunette eyes, Jen moves in to kiss her.
"No!" Tilly suddenly and unexpectedly answers, pushing the calculative teacher away. Both women stand shocked at the announcement. "I'm worth more that that, show me some respect." she continues, her anger returning and Jen's spell evaporating. "You just do what you want when you want. and you think standing there being all adorable is going to make it all go away." Tilly adds finding it hard to hold her tongue with her increasing temper.
Tilly is seeing red. she could not stop her rage now even if she wanted too. She does not even notice Jen's face begin to harden, the teacher getting angry now herself. The days of pent up longing and suppressed feelings, are bursting up through the pair like a volcano.
Tilly points at the woman in front of her "I bet you have just waltz through your entire life, getting exactly what you want with that playful cute act. Do you care about anyone but yourself?" She barely has time to finish the sentence before she finds herself launched up against the side of the hut. She hits the wall with such force, she is nearly lifted off her feet. The teacher stares at her with Ferrel anger, breathing heavily through clenched teeth.
Jen presses hard against the teens body and lips, without any compassion. Tilly pushes the brunette hard from her and stares seething at the teacher; both women now panting in rage. Their eyes lock together in ferocious battle.
Jen steps forward, grabs hold of Tilly's shirt and rips in open, miraculously the buttons stay attached. The teacher reaches out, grabbing the teen placing one of her hands on the back of Tilly's neck, the other hand forced up her back underneath the material. She pulls the teenager into her own body and tries to kiss her but Tilly turns her head in deviance; Jen lips smack into the teens cheek. in retaliation she scratches her nails hard down Tilly's bare back.
Tilly squeals at the sharp trail across her skin and lashes out at Jen making her lose her stance and begin to stumble. Seeing the teacher losing her balance Tilly pushes her again and Jen falls heavily and awkwardly into a sitting position on the sofa.
She stares at Tilly fuming but the Teen moves first, marching over and straddling the brunette; kneeling over her lap. She grips hold of the back of Jen's hair, that is raised in a scrunched up pigtail, and pulls her head back hard causing Jen to wince.
Tilly leans in to bite the teachers now exposed neck but the brunette counter acts the movement pinching Tilly's nipple hard...the shooting pain forces her to release the grip on Jen's hair. The older women now free of the hold, leans forward and bites down hard on the teens breast. Tilly calls out in pain, jumping from the sofa, grabbing Jen's chain in the process, pulling the teacher up with her.
The teenager reaches out with her left arm and wraps it around the waist of the brunette; she drags her swiftly towards her body. Then, With her right hand she reaches up Jen's short black dress and grabs her underwear, so violently they tear and fall to the floor. With the teacher in temporary shock, she gives Tilly the advantage, as the teen returns her hand up the dress and takes Jen right there on the spot.
The older woman gives into the defeat and she allows her aching body to respond to the teenagers angry thrusting movements. She moans out in pleasure, climaxing fast and hard; calling out Tilly's name in the process. Her chin rest on the teens shoulder as she breathlessly repeats "I'm sorry" in her lovers ear; until Tilly finally pushes her back onto the sofa.
"You better be!" Tilly replies, her voice still stern but laced with arousal.
Jen sits trying to regulate her breathing again and stares up at the teen, who is reconnecting the buttons on her top. The red-head finishes by tying it in a knot at the base, then exists the cabin without saying anything else or looking back. Jen is left speechless and beyond aroused at being completely controlled and dominated by the seventeen year old.
Tilly walked down the street, her bruised breast throbbing under her shirt where Jen had bitten her; but she is smiling; high from the encounter. Now temporarily relieved of the emotional and sexual tension that had been possessing her. She goes to text Jen but the brunette beats her too it, as Tilly sees the screen light up with an incoming message.
From Jen: I'm glad me made up. x
Tilly smiles at the screen and then slides the phone back into her trouser pocket; she feels it instantly vibrate again with a ping and she pulls it out to read.
From Jen: Want to make up again tomorrow?
A huge grin spreads across the teens face, finally content; the text confirming to her that Jen is o.k with what had just unexpectedly happened between them.
It is 1am and Tilly is not even dressed for bed yet, she has been lost in her sketch book, drawing Jen's face from memory. She feels her phone vibrate through her pillow, she reaches under and spots a message from Jen.
From Jen: I can't sleep. I'm just down the road in my Jeep. Meet me?x
Jen drives to a remote hill car park, a popular make out spot due to its uninterrupted privacy at night; being away from any main roads. She is surprised to see no other secret couple at the darkened site but drives to a secluded corner just in-case.
They both climb into the back and smile at each other warmly; the violence from their early encounter defused. Jen kisses her younger lover passionately on the lips and pulls her in against her body. The contact, however, makes Tilly wince and Jen pulls away; guilt etching across the teachers face. She undoes the first two buttons on the girls top and pulls the material open to exposes the bruise; her teeth marks still visible. She lightly kisses the injury, genuinely sorry.
"Let not have angry make-up sex again." Jen says playfully.
"I hurt you, too." Tilly says looking deeply into her lovers hazel eyes.
"We hurt each other." Jen response before kissing Tilly on the forehead to try sooth her frown away. Jen smiles but sub-consciously thinks to herself 'And we will continue to do so.'