Ky had kidnapped Tilly, they were both in her bedroom, after the teen had admitted to not packing anything of a V.I.P standard. Although Ky is much taller than the red-head they both have a similar body type; the artist is sure she can save the day with her wardrobe contents.
Jen has left them to get ready for the night alone, now stood in the kitchen sipping on wine, she looks dressed for a première in an elegant royal blue mini pini, the material lining the contours of her body; the square neck line exposing her collar-bone beautifully. She has her hair fixed up in a classic wavy updo, which accentuates her strong jaw line; her heavy fringe falling upon her big hazel eyes.
When Ky and Tilly finally emerge from the bedroom, the teens breath hitches at the sight of her lover standing in the Kitchen, she swallows hard unable to control the thoughts of desire coursing through her body; Jen has literally taken her breath away.
Jen turns and immediately catches the red-heads eyes, the teacher stares longingly at the younger women. "Wow" is all she can breathlessly whisper; Tilly looks stunningly elegant and beyond her years. She graces an emerald bubble halter neck, showcasing her dainty shoulders and majestic neck. She turns raising her eyebrows at Ky, in admiration at her lovers outfit, revealing her exposed flawless back, the material falling gently and suggestively upon her bum; revealing nothing but suggesting everything. Jen grips the table as the sight makes her lose her composure and her balance, she looks down embarrassed as she spots Ky smiling at her.
Maybe out of fear of smudging their make up or simply lost in awe of each others beauty, neither move to kiss each other; their eyes, however, flirt provocatively. Ky grabs three flutes and a bottle of champagne from the fridge; smiling silently at the speechless pair who are consumed by each other. It takes the pop of the cork to break them from their trance, Ky hands out flutes and pours generously.
"To my exhibition" Ky toasts.
"..And to many more to come." Jen joins in.
"Cheers" they all say in unison before clinking their glasses and laughing as Ky downs her champagne in one.
The exhibitions is packed, ky's extravagance for a change working in her favor; her reputation preceding her. The events hold three distinct areas:- sculpture, canvass and photography; Ky is adept in many art forms and expresses herself with all genres. All three women have made a big impact on the visitors in the room, finding themselves drawn into conversation and slowly separated from each other. Ky works the room like a true professional, Jen loses herself in the photography section and Tilly finds herself drawn once again to Ky's abstract expressionism.
Tilly is stood in a white room, the far wall covered with over a hundred pieces; it is a wall of pure emotional expression. A handsome stranger, who had been following her all evening, sees her standing alone. Making his move he hands the teen a glass of the complimentary champagne being offered by the passing waiter.
"Thank you." Tilly says accepting the glass from the attractive man beside her; before turning her attention back towards the wall.
"Do you live near here?" he asks the auburn beauty, playing hard to get in front of him.
"Not too far." Tilly response. "Do you know the artist? she asks trying to be polite.
"No, but I hear he is very talented." the man lies, clearly not here for the art; rather as an excuse to pull women. Tilly stifles a smirk. Ky walks by and sees Tilly being chatted up by the gentleman beside her, she signals Jen over to the room. Tilly smiles at Ky's arrival on the other side of the handsome stranger and Jen follows standing next to Tilly.
"What do you think of this one?" he asks the red-head, not at all discouraged from hitting on Tilly, despite the arrival of the others.
Tilly could not let this opportunity slip her by, as she suddenly remembers the rules of the word game. "I think the piece is truly exquisite." she replies, with commendable poise; much to Ky's amusement.
The artist clearly a professional at the game, steps up to the playing field, nodding and replying "yes, I agree..." Jen's expressive face as usual displays her inner struggle, this time against her laughter; luckily the stranger is distracted with ky's conversation. "I simple love here how it almost looks like the paint ricochet off of the canvas." she adds with complete calm.
Jen not one to be out done, composes herself and joins in the game "It's as if the artist's emotion was so ineffable, that art was the only way in which to express it." Jen says, in an obvious mock at Ky's often silly nature.
"hmmm yes, I completely agree." Tilly joins back in, nearly losing her cool at Jen's comment. "It has an essence of Jackson Pollock" Tilly continues, as adept in sarcasm as her short-haired opponent.
"oh yes absolutely." Ky fights back. "This entire wall is like a giant homage to Jackson...its like its just a whole load of pollocks." she adds.
That was it, Jen's suppressed laughter erupts into an unattractive snort and the man stares at her unimpressed before walking away.
"ha! well fucking played" Ky says turning to Tilly "Jen your shit at this game." she adds looking at the brunette and giggling.
"oi!" the brunette replies.
"no, she's right Jen you really are shit at it." Tilly adds playfully.
Jen throws back her head with a grin. "gawd! remind me why I let you two meet again." they all laugh. and Tilly smiles warmly at Jen.
The evening separates the three again, as they mix between the ebb and flow of curious art fanatics and socialites. Tilly had not spoken to Jen for over an hour, despite occasionally feeling soft fingers caress down her exposed back. When she finally finds her, the brunette is stood rather closely to a truly beautiful blond; who's hand is constantly touching Jens arm in a flirtatious conversation. Tilly cannot help the jealous pang that erupts in her stomach and she storms over to the pair.
The red-head stokes Jens arm and smiles "I've been looking for you." she adds.
"Oh hi." Jen responds coldly. "um this is my friend from uni...Tilly." she says introducing the teen to the stranger.
Already overcome with jealousy, the introduction just bruises her pride further; there is no reason for Jen to lie in their current environment. "Whatever, Jen!" she announces and storms off. Jen makes apologies to the women and follows the teen.
"What are you playing at? Jen asks grabbing her arm. "your embarrassing me and yourself." she continues.
"Well, I'm sorry I'm such an embarrassment to you. No wonder you introduced me as a 'friend' to a stranger." Tilly replies angrily.
"Well, what am i supposed to introduce you as!" Jen replies coldly. Tilly's hurt ripples through her face but anger erupts in the place of sorrow. "Fuck you Jen." she adds before turning and storming through the exhibition. She feels an idiot for believing things would be any different here, no-one knew them and they were no longer teacher and pupil anyway. She begins to believe that the secrecy in Hollyoaks is just a convenient excuse for the teacher to have casual sex. She storms out of the building and does not look back.
Jen walks toward Ky, who had witnessed the entire situation.
"That's the problem with dating teenagers...they can be so childish." Jen announces walking beside her friend and picking up a champagne flute.
"If you stop treating her like a child, then maybe she would stop acting like one." ky responds not looking at Jen.
"I haven't done anything wrong?" Jen replies indignantly.
"Forget it." Ky responds, she did not want to cause a scene, plus she is not usually one to behave negatively, especially to a friend.
"No ky. it's not like you to hold back" now angry at the artists objection to her actions. "if you have something to say, then say it!" she adds bitterly.
"Fine!" ky responds, putting her glass down and pulling Jen to the side of the room to offer them some privacy. "I watched you seduce her in my studio earlier today. Like the equal she deserves to be; you practically dissolved into each other...it was real and pure." she adds
"So?" Jen replies sternly, not seeing the point behind the comments.
"Yet fifteen minutes later you practically flinch at her touch..why? coz I was in the room and I even approve, god knows how you treat her back in Hollyoaks when in public. or do you simple dismiss her; like you did just then." the artist questions in a loud whisper.
Jen stands in shock and anger at her friend "ky, it's not like that!" she replies annoyed, the artist rarely disapproves of anything.
"What is it like then huh? quick fuck when the curtains are closed. Then the cold shoulder in the clear light of day!" Ky responds sarcastically.
"She accepted the consequences...she knows what this is?" Jen replies defensively.
"Yeah she may well logically accept all of this. Now ask her heart the same question? she is only accepting the 'consequence' because she loves you too fucking much to leave you. Do you think she would stick around and open herself up to hurt like this...for a grope with teacher. " the artist replies.
"listen ky..." Jen interrupts in a rage.
"No! you listen. your silly rules and behavior isn't fucking protecting her from falling in love with you Jen. She is in love with you DESPITE your behavior." She laughs out of frustration not humor, she is not angry at her friend, merely concerned. "Do you even know what you have Jen? Do you know what they call it, when someone loves you regardless of your weaknesses?"
Jen stares at the dark-haired artist, anger and upset spreading across her face. She is in too negative a mood to see ky's message as anything but an attack. This whole situation is hard, did no one else see the complications and turmoil she is being put through; she is fighting a losing battle with her mixed emotions.
"This isn't easy you know?" she replies, hurting at her friends approach.
"love never is!" ky replies matter of fact, not giving into Jen's self-pity. She wants to hold her friend and comfort her but knows this is one of those rare occasions, when a tough approach is needed to show that you really care.
"urgh!" Jen announces in frustration "How would you know?" she adds bitterly through clenched teeth, metaphorically throwing her toys out of the pram; more than aware her attitude is mimicking Tilly's earlier behavior.
"Now who's being childish" ky responds calmly. Jen knows she is right, however, needs air to calm down; she storms from the room and stumbles onto the street. The cold air hitting her instantly; her thoughts suddenly turn to Tilly, she is all alone out here in the cold and dark.
Tilly contemplates aimlessly walking into the vastness of Chester, with the thought that if anything happened to her, it would destroy Jen. Knowing this, however, makes her acknowledge that the teacher did care deeply for her well-being if nothing else. Also out on the street her outfit is gaining far too much unwanted attention from local men frequenting the bars. Feeling vulnerable, she remembers Ky's key system and heads back to the studio apartment to change.
Jen's thought process follows a similar pattern to her younger lover's and she returns to the flat, to change into something warm and swap her shoes for trainers; she would be able to cover more ground that way. When she walks into the bedroom, Tilly refuses to acknowledge her arrival; she continues to park her bag determined to leave.
"Tilly..?" Jen speaks breaking the silence, trying to get the teen to acknowledge her.
"Don't Jen..." Tilly responds, looking up briefly before tears force her to look down again; She continues to pack.
"I'm sorry." Jen answers, she knows no other words will work.
"I can't do this Jen. I was wrong, I want more, I need more. I can't do this. and like you said If i can't then I should just walk away...so I am." Tilly responds through sobs, as she tries to distract herself with packing.
Jen walks across the room and places her hand on the holdall, stopping the teens movements "Please don't go." she adds desperately.
"Jen, move." Tilly asks sternly.
"No!I'm not letting you leave me." Jen responds, her own tears now forming.
"Fine I don't need my clothes anyway." Tilly announces and walks past Jen, pacing towards the bedroom door. She suddenly feel arms wrap around her body; she struggles but is pulled backwards into Jen body. They stumble, the teacher's back hits the wardrobe behind her, she refuses to let go of the teen and they slide down the surface together in a heap on the floor. Jen rests backwards on the wooden furniture, The red-head has fallen in a sitting position between her legs, she wraps her arms tighter around the teen and pulls Tilly's back into her chest.
"Please, don't leave me." she adds as tears roll down her cheeks. "I want you" she adds.
"Don't lie to me Jen." Tilly snaps, trying to struggle free again.
"I'm not lying Tilly" she adds crying. "I need you" Her sobs are so heavy, Tilly can feel Jens chest erratically heaving fighting for breath. The distress of her lover, causes her resolve to crumble, she sinks into Jen and allows her own body to break into sorrow. She turns in Jens arms and embraces the teacher tightly, she burys her face into Jens neck, as both women cry uncontrollably.
Neither age or experience could of prepared anyone for the intense emotions that were causing both the women so much turmoil. They stay holding each other until their tears dry; the teen then lowers her arms but remains curled up between Jens legs and leaning sideways onto the teachers chest. Jen cradles Tilly in her arms, stroking her hair and face to sooth away the sadness. Some more time passes before Jen finally speaks.
"Are we o.k?" She asks looking down at Tilly. "I mean I know it's not but are you staying?" She adds. Tilly nods. "I'm going to go fetch us a drink o.k?" she continues. The teen nods again and they both stand, Jen walks Tilly to the bed and sits her on the edge. "Wait here. I wont be long." She leans forward and Tilly accepts her lips upon her own; then watches her lover leave the room, the silence engulfs her; as she suddenly feels alone.
Jen walks across the kitchen as Ky arrives through the front door; neither of them talk. It is clear that both women are now calm. however, the awkward atmosphere makes them both terse. Jen takes a nearby glass and begins to pour wine into it as she silently ignores her friend. She lifts it, tasting to see if the earlier opened bottle is still drinkable.
"Maybe you would prefer a blackcurrant juice box?" The dark-haired artist finally says breaking the atmosphere with characteristic sarcasm.
"Damn it Ky! the last thing I need is your facetiousness right now." Jen retorts sharply and brings the glass down onto the work top in frustration; she handles the glass too heavily and the stem snaps on the side, breaking it. ky picks up the nearest cup from the draining board and slings it across the counter at the wall, as it shatters inches from Jen, the teacher shoots a scowl of shock at her friend.
"What the hell are doing?" Jen shouts eyes wide.
"Sorry I though it was a game...this is fun, lets see if I've got any plates to smash as well." Ky replies trying to jokingly express to Jen that she no longer wants to fight.
Jen laughs finally, her anger melting. "Do you take anything seriously?" she adds.
"Yes, especially you. my mascara panda" Ky adds noting Jen's tear-stained face and bringing her into a hug. "We just prioritize our seriousness differently. I think me and your young lover are very much the same in that way...I guess that's why you love us both so much." Jen smiles.
"I'm sorry." Jen replies both verbally and with her dark hazels eyes.
"Me too" Ky answers "Is she here?"
"Yes." Jen responds, reduced to a one word answer at the thought of Tilly, the sorrow resurfacing. Ky can see the pain on her friends face and takes that as her sign to remove herself from the situation; so Jen can deal with her heart.
"Well, I only came back to check on you. I'm going back to my party. It is about to start and I am after all the guest of honor" She sees Jen's face drop in guilt. "Don't you Fucking dare!...you make use of the empty flat. There will always be party's...she is more important tonight." Jen smiles at her beautiful friend, as they part; ky walking to the front door and the teacher back towards the bedroom; back towards Tilly.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do." ky announces turning in the door frame.
"Well, that doesn't leave much!" Jen jest back with a chuckle.
She winks "and if I don't hear a choir of screams coming from the room...im going to waltz in and show you how its fucking done." She adds.
"Trust me...that wont be necessary." Jen replies with a huge grin and waving to her friend, before turning towards the bedroom door; nervous apprehension overwhelming her body. Re-entering the bedroom, she closes the door behind herself, and leans her back against it; emotionally exhausted from the nights chaos. Tilly walks around the bed, it's only then Jen realises she has returned without drinks; luckily Tilly had heard Ky's arrival home.
"Is she o.k?" Tilly asks the brunette, momentarily putting aside her own feelings, out of respect and concern for the artist.
Jen nods "She's gone...the party is starting." Jen answers with a warm smile to hide the disappointment she feels for letting Ky down.
"Should we go back too?" Tilly asks, also worried about Ky. Jen shakes her head.
" I feel bad. I'm o.k...I can go to the party. I promise I won't cause a scene." Tilly answers suddenly realizing, now she has calmed down, that their fight has ruined the evenings plans.
"Shhhh" interrupt Jen, letting Tilly know everything will be fine, she also has no intention of letting either of them leave the bedroom.
Tilly stares motionless in the room and her lovers presence. She can see the hunger in the teachers eyes, her resistance is weak from the earlier battle; she cannot fight her want for Jen...her need for Jen. The brunette slowly walks forward and places one hand on her lovers face, she leans in and places a soft kiss on the opposite cheek.
"look at me" The teacher orders gently. Tilly does not move, in defiance of Jen and her demand.
"Tilly look at me...please" Jen urges again, she closes the gap between their bodies, pressing her hips against the teens; their faces separated only by a few inches.
Tilly sighs, she is terrified of being hurt. However, she lifts her eyes hopelessly addicted to the pain. Jen stares deep into her mind, like she is stealing her thought process, a wave of understanding washing over her face as if she is silently communicating with the teens soul.
"Let me make love to you" She finally says to her younger lover.
Tilly closes her eyes and swallows, no amount of will power will save her, her body is already trembling beneath Jen's gaze. She nods.