From: porcelinaofvast	Date: June 2nd, 2011 03:08 am (UTC)		(Link)

It had been almost a week to the day since Tatum had last seen Mackenzie in person. It had been even less time since yet another blowout with Frankie. That showed her what being honest got her; nothing but more bullshit. And now she wasn't even supposed to be around her own best friend. She loved Frankie, loved her desperately, but being away from Mack was like torture. No matter what else happened between them, all awkwardness aside, they would always be best friends.

Every time she thought of something stupid to say, she'd remember they weren't talking. She would pick up her phone to text her a silly picture she had taken, and then hesitate and stop. Posting that stupid video had been ballsy, and even from that little outstretching, they had barely spoken.

She had more or less begun restricting herself to her room all over again. With Bekka gone now, it was even more lonely than ever. At least the cats had each other for company, but Tatum herself was wasting as much time as she could online, smoking joint after joint in between. Sometimes she would forget what she was doing, or thinking about, and sometimes she would just lose herself and not think about anything at all. Those were the most blissful and rare moments.

It was hard to find anyone to kill time with. Rowan and Apple both had their mothers still missing, and to compare her sadness to theirs was incredibly petty. She and Frankie were on the rocks, and she was in no mood for Sera's know it all attitude about the situation. She clearly couldn't keep her mouth shut anyway. Hanging out with Jackie would just pull him more into the middle of herself and Mack. The more she thought about it, most of her bros were also pretty tight with Mack, and she felt bad about bringing their awkwardness around them. It was easier just to chill out by herself and let it all blow over, or blow up in her face. Whichever came first.

The afternoon of escape to Maine had been all she allowed herself, and although it had chilled her out significantly and taken her mind off of some of the shit going down, it seemed like no time before it was back to the panic game. Mack wanted to come over. Something was wrong with Craig, and although she knew the blonde would be trying to hide it, she would be hurting. She needed her, and although she had made a promise of her own choosing to Frankie, had sworn to stay away from Mack, how could she say 'no'?

She needed her, and Tatum needed her too. She couldn't deny the light butterflies in her stomach when the older girl had asked her if she would be home.

She changed into her pajamas early, and tried to keep herself from pacing the floor while she waited to hear from her friend. She could just show up at any time, and it was making Tatum's palms sweat, her heart beating in her throat. What was wrong with her? It was just Mackenzie. But she had missed her so bad.

Managing to distract herself with online shenanigans eventually, hours flew by and when Mack knocked on the door Tatum had been slumped over her desk, half asleep. Her chin was in her palm, elbow on the desktop, and half of a joint smoldering idly in the ashtray. The knock quickly woke her up, and she knew immediately who it was as soon as she looked at the time. She didn't bother to turn any lights on, ambling across her room in the darkness illuminated by her laptop screen, and got to the door.

Although she was knew it was Mack, she pulled the door open and peered out cautiously. She tried not to smile when she saw the blonde, seeing how down she looked, but she couldn't help herself. It didn't take long for her worry and panic to take back over though. "Get in here before someone sees you," she murmured, reaching forward and grabbing Mack by her arm, pulling her gently inside and shutting the door behind her. "It's after curfew," she added.

Or Frankie might see, she didn't add.

	From: notonyourteam	Date: June 2nd, 2011 03:25 am (UTC)		(Link)

Mackenzie felt a surge of relief as she saw Tatum's face, the girl had an instant calming effect on her. She smiled weakly as she was pulled gently into the dorm room. Tatum always took such good care of her, who else would be worried she was out after curfew? She didn't even know when actual curfew was to be honest, she rarely was in before it anyway.

"Since when has curfew been an issue?" She tried to joke. She was trying to act like her old
self, like nothing was wrong at all. But felt rusty and wrong, she wasn't sure if she knew how to be herself at this point. She had spent so long just sitting in Hunter's room, it felt weird to be anywhere else.

"Thanks for letting me come over," She mumbled, looking at her feet and messing with her hands. She wasn't sure when she became such a socially useless person. With Hunter she could just sit there and bitch if she needed to but the blonde had left her alone mostly. "I didn't know who else to go to honestly. You're like, the only person I really trust you know?"

She trailed off, looking up at Tatum timidly. She wanted to know where the other girls head was, did she hate her? Was she mad about what had happened? Or did she not care? She searched her best friend's face for any kind of sign to help her gauge what the redhead was feeling.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: June 2nd, 2011 03:36 am (UTC)		(Link)

Tatum's eyes were still adjusting to the darkness as she manuvuered her way back to her usual position in her desk chair. She had yanked a throw blanket off of her bed, and now wrapped it loosely around her shoulders as she sat. She always felt so frigid when she got woken up from a nap or any kind. It also made her feel a little nauseous, but the anxiety she felt at watching Mack standing in front of her wasn't helping.

She reached for the half a joint, lighting up quickly and sucking back a good puff. Something for the nausea, anyway. "It's no problem dude," she replied quietly, struggling to be herself as well, and deciding not to get into the curfew argument. She had broken curfew with the blonde many times, why should she care? Maybe Sera was getting to her.

The redhead watched Mackenzie closely, her eyes meeting the other girl's as she looked up at her. Tatum could only hold the eye contact for a moment, quickly breaking it away. It was too intense, and she felt herself blushing in the darkness. Yet again, she asked herself what the fuck her problem was. It was just Mack.

"You know what we always say, what's mine is yours.. you can sleep in Bekka's bed, like if you want. Just don't tell her. She's anal as fuck so I'm sure it's clean," she suggested, glancing toward the vacant bed. "I guess she might be gone for a while."

She'd rather talk about anything but them. That was too hard.

	From: notonyourteam	Date: June 2nd, 2011 04:15 am (UTC)		(Link)

When the redhead met her gaze she felt a flicker of hope in her chest, maybe things could be normal between them again. She wasn't sure because of the darkness, but she could have sworn that the redhead was blushing as she looked away. There were too many emotions that had flickered through that brief eye contact that Mackenzie couldn't even begin to figure out what it all meant.

"Y-yeah," Mackenzie's voice cracked as she glanced at Bekka's bed. She hadn't heard anything about Bekka's parents but she wondered if they were worse off then Craig. Honestly, it hurt that she was being banished to the spare bed in the room. "I heard they might have found her parents too?"

She was so angry at herself for ruining one of the only good thing's she had going for her. If she hadn't opened her big mouth things would have been different right now, she would have been on Tatum's bed. They'd probably be touching knee's or something, they alway's had some kind of physical contact. It was like Tatum knew about her need for little physical touches, even though she had never told the girl. She couldn't believe she had ruined something so fucking good, just for her own selfish satisfaction.

She crawled onto Bekka's bed, scooting as close as she could get to the wall and drawing her knees up to her chest. She burrowed into her Batman sweatshirt and watched the redhead from across the room. She really wanted to just give up and let the tears fall. Everything just sucked so much right now, it would be a relief to just let it all out. But she couldn't cry in front of Tatum again, especially not with the way things were right now.

"I...um...thanks. Again I guess," She fumbled awkwardly. She really wanted to talk about it, talk about something. She wanted the redhead to comfort her, to tell her it was okay to be upset. Who was going to be strong for Kia and Kate if she wasn't though? She was acting man of the house, so to speak. "I just couldn't spend another night on Hunter's floor."

She could feel the tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, this was fucking ridiculous. Since when had she become such a god damn sap? She couldn't keep herself crying in front of this stupid red headed girl who was going to put her forever in the friend zone.

She just loved Tatum so much it hurt.

Trying to sniff discretely, she swiped at her eyes quickly with her sleeve. Part of her was hoping that Tatum hadn't noticed, the other part of her was hoping she did. She just wished there was someone who would hold her and tell her it was okay to cry.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: June 2nd, 2011 04:39 am (UTC)		(Link)

"This is what I hear. I guess her grandmother is in a real state too, driving her insane as usual," Tatum murmured back, her legs pulling up onto the chair with her and inside of the blanket wrap. She watched Mackenzie back as the blonde crawled onto the bed and peered at her like that. Something in the look broke her heart a little, and she had to look away again, staring out of the window as she took a toke from the joint and exhaled toward as well. It was open a crack, and the smoke was quickly swept out.

She glanced back to Mack when she spoke, offering the older girl a sheepish little smile and a shrug of her shoulders. "I don't blame you.. sleeping on a floor is no place for somebody. She won't let you up on the bed?" she asked, eyebrows furrowing a bit. For a moment, she felt a fierce stab of dislike for Hunter. She would let Mack in the bed. Wouldn't she? Of course she would. It was what had started this whole mess, really.

"That's bad for your spine," she finished lamely, backing down on the subject. It wouldn't do to push Mack about it. She and Hunter were just.. weird. If she asked to sleep in the bed, it was likely the other blonde might drop-kick her through a wall or something for no reason. Tatum really couldn't wrap her head around them. She watched Mack again, puffing slowly, and wondered how many bruises she might have. She itched for her wand, wanting to act like old times, to jokingly pull her friend's hoodie up while she protested, healing up her stupid 'battle wounds' against her will if it came to that.

She probably needed it. Hunter had probably worked her over like a bag of sand this week if she had been with her every night. It explained why they hadn't run into each other at all. Had Mack even gone to class? Tatum hadn't seen her in advanced Transfiguration or music, not even once.

Tatum leaned over to her desk more, finding the ashtray in the semi-darkness and stubbing out the last of the joint. She felt stoned, but really not much better. If anything, she felt more anxious. Was Mack staring at her? Why? What was she supposed to do for the other girl? She was clueless and useless to really help, and the reality was setting in like a weight on her chest. She cleared her throat, hunching over in the chair and looking over toward Mack on the bed again.

She heard the sniffling, surprisingly loud in the otherwise totally silent room. Perhaps only because she had been listening for it, waiting for it, telling herself she was going to have to be the strong one if Mackenzie broke down. Now she was, and Tatum didn't even know where to begin, inhaling shakily and lifting her hands to push the blanket off of her own shoulders. She closed the laptop, leaving the room in total darkness now.

The redhead thought briefly of the thing she had seen across her ceiling, and her pulse quickened, but she quickly pushed reality to the front of her focus before she let her imagination run away. There was nothing in the darkness except the two of them and this palpable awkwardness. "Babe," she began before she could stop herself, biting her lip roughly. She wasn't her babe. They couldn't say stupid shit like that anymore, that was for girlfriends. She called Frankie that, she couldn't just go throwing it around for anyone. But it just came so naturally, and that made her chest tighter.

"Mackenzie," she corrected herself, standing up from the chair at last. She moved through the darkness with a sense of direction she didn't really realize she had. She usually at least stubbed a toe on something. She dragged the blanket with her, and found her way to the edge of Bekka's bed, stopping as her knees hit the edge of the mattress. Her hands were shaking, but she shook out the blanket, spreading it over Mack's curled up form. "I-It's okay," she lied, just standing beside her, feeling frozen in place and unsure of what else to do.

	From: notonyourteam	Date: June 2nd, 2011 05:24 am (UTC)		(Link)

Mackenzie practically felt her heart stop when Tatum referred to her as "babe". It made her heart ache more then it already was, it just felt so right. She had been called "babe" many times before by different girls she had slept with, but none of them made her feel like this. It was a beautiful pain, because she knew that Tatum would probably never call her that, especially after correcting herself.

She started crying harder when she felt the girl wrap her blanket around her shoulders. It smelled like Tatum, the only way that Tatum could smell. It was just overwhelming her with the utter reality of the situation. She didn't think she could bare loosing the redhead, because who would she honestly have left after that besides Hunter?

"Did I ever tell you that when my parents fought when I was younger, Kia used to hide me in the bathroom under a blanket?" She asked, her breathing ragged as she drew the blanket tighter around her. She wasn't even sure what this had to do with anything but the word vomit wouldn't stop. "She used to make me feel important, like talk to me all the time, and make me play games with her until they stopped yelling at each other."

She drew in another few labored breaths, the tears just weren't stopping now. She had never told anyone these things before, and now with recent events she just couldn't hold it all in anymore. She would probably explode if she had to for one more moment.

"When dad left, Kia dragged me into the bathroom like she always did. Except that time she was crying, I couldn't get her to stop," She sniffed again, louder than the last time. God, what a mess this was. She was surely never going to be able to live with herself after this little episode. "I didn't get it at the time but I figured it was my job to take care of everyone since dad was gone. Kia and my mom just cried and cried, and someone had to take care of them right?"

She was gesticulating wildly with her hands now, she could see her fingers shaking as she held them out in question. She wiped across her face again with her sleeve, and took a shaky breath to continue.

"I was so angry the day that mom introduced us to Craig, I thought, who the fuck is this guy to think he can take my dad's place? I might have been horrible at taking care of Kate and Kia, since I guess it really turned out Kia took care of us all, but like, I just thought it was until he came back. You know? He just left me in charge until he came home, he used to do that." She was pretty much sobbing hysterically now, all pride had gone out the window.

"I just...who's going to be there if Craig is really gone? I don't actually hate him you know, he makes Kate so happy. And I don't have to worry about her anymore. And Kia gets to go live her life now instead of watching out for us." She was rambling now, running her hands through her hair. God she had to end this now, she had to make it all make sense. Otherwise she was pretty sure that Tatum was going to think she was crazy.

"And I just can't stand to loose you," She said out of the blue. She knew she wasn't making sense anymore, her mind was racing a mile a minute. She just couldn't organize her thought process. "Because if I loose you Tatum, I just wont have anyone anymore."

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: June 2nd, 2011 05:46 am (UTC)		(Link)

Tatum stood rigid at the side of the bed, palms sweating in the darkness as she bit nervously onto her lip. Her arms hung loosely at her sides, hands clenched at the ends. She felt chilled now without her blanket, but she was still frozen in place, couldn't even try to move to join Mack underneath it. She just listened to the blonde ramble, listened to her cry, and felt her own lower lip sticking out, trembling.

She still didn't know what to do, but she had to do something. She knew it was probably killing the blonde to open up like this, to expose her emotions so desperately to her. It almost felt like she was prying. She was glad it was dark, that she couldn't see the tears coursing down her friend's face. She watched her wipe a sleeve over her face vaguely, and for some reason that broke her of the paralysis that seemed to have taken over her body.

"I u-used to cry in the bathroom all the time," she admitted, as if it were the same, as if it might make the blonde feel better. "Before you found me," she continued, trailing off a bit and clenching up her hands again. Kids were cruel, it was just a part of life. She might not have been that scared freshman anymore on the outside, but she frequently felt like her on the inside. Right now was no exception.

"You won't l-lose me, ever, I promise," the redhead managed after a few moments. Her body moved on it's own accord, climbing numbly onto the bed and sliding in behind Mackenzie. She didn't move under the blanket, at least keeping that between them as she scooted up behind the taller girl, doing her best to wrap her arms loosely around her. Mack had several inches on her, she was usually the one getting grabbed and hugged and flung around. But now she had to be the tough one, and she couldn't even physically meet the role, let alone emotionally handle it.

The whole thing was just hard.

"I'm sorry I was.. s-such and asshole, okay? I'm just scared. I'm scared I'm-- I'm just gunna ruin everything. I don't even feel like I know who I am anymore," she whispered quietly, face pressing against Mackenzie's shoulder through the blanket. She swallowed hard, telling herself not to add who I want. That wasn't true, was it?

She could hear Frankie's words, as harsh as they had been at the time. I don't know if I love you enough. It made Tatum's heart ache uncomfortably, and she buried her face further against her friend's back, feeling safer already. She had missed this. What had she been thinking? She decided two things in that moment; first that she would never tell Bekka they had spooned in her bed, and second that she could never tell Mackenzie about the promise she had made to Frankie. The blonde was so raw right now, and Tatum felt like a royal asshole for ever even making the suggestion, for willingly offering to stay away from her own best friend. She just ended up hurting them both.

"I missed you," she breathed, barely audible.

	From: notonyourteam	Date: June 2nd, 2011 07:10 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Upon feeling the redheads arms wrapping around her, she could feel her body relax, the howling anguish she had been feeling started to ebb away. She listened to the girls voice as she talked, it calmed her down considerably, even if what the redhead was saying made her want to cry all over again. Hearing that reassurance that she would never loose the girl made her want to cry in relief. The weight that had been weighing on her shoulders all week was suddenly lifted. Loosing Tatum had been her biggest fear in dealing with the whole issue, and now that she knew she wouldn’t , she could deal with everything else.

She drew a shuddering breath and mopped up her face with her sweatshirt sleeve, not really caring that it was gross. “I…I’m scared too you know,” She said quietly, messing with her hands. It really was her fault that everything had turned out this way, she could have just kept it to herself and not bothered Frankie. They could have glared at each other, and then moved on. Instead she had to lash out and start shit, and make things rocky for everyone involved. “I’m the one who should be sorry Tatum, all of this is my fault. I should have never said those things to Frankie, it was a stupid thing for me to do, provoking her like I did.”

By this point she had stopped crying, the occasional hiccup bubbling out of her as they lay there. She felt exhausted, her eyelids dipping as she lay there being held by the girl she loved. Attachment sucked and yet somehow she managed to get attached to people anyway. Tatum, Hunter, Craig, they all meant a lot more to her than she had realized. She had promised that she wouldn’t get attached after Abigail, it would make things less painful that way. But somewhere along the line those three had wormed their way into her heart, and as much as it hurt to be attached to Tatum, it was an amazing feeling as well. To have someone who could make her feel like everything was going to be okay with just a simple gesture like holding her.

She almost didn’t hear it when Tatum told her she had missed her, but it was there faintly, Mackenzie could feel a warmth spreading to her toes as the girl burrowed into her more. She rolled over so she was facing the redhead, a small, watery smile on her face. She scooted closer to Tatum, nuzzling into her so that the redhead’s chin was resting near the crown of her head. Snaking her arms out from under the blanket, she wrapped them around the girl, squeezing her lightly. She hoped it wasn’t too intimate for Tatum, she just needed to be close to her. If she felt the girl freak though she would back off, she didn’t want to burn the little bridge they had just built.

“I missed you too,” Mackenzie mumbled softly into the girl’s shoulder. She knew that things were probably far from being okay again but this was definitely a start. “I didn’t know what to do without you,” She admitted, her face turning slightly red, even though she knew Tatum couldn‘t see her. She didn’t know when she had become so dependent on Tatum but it was obvious she couldn’t live without her.

“I…know how much you care about Frankie, and I promise I won’t try to get between that.” She whispered, gritting her teeth to keep her control. She pulled Tatum a little bit closer, pressing her face into the girl’s t-shirt. “I’m going to try really hard not to pressure you into feeling like you have to choose, you just have to tell me if I need to back off, okay? Like this, right now…if it’s too much just tell me and I’ll turn back around.”

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: June 3rd, 2011 06:56 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Tatum was content just to hold the older girl, curled into her back and with her face kept close. She could faintly hear the blonde's heartbeat through her back, and it was lulling her into her own relaxation. When Mack turned over to her, the redhead only tensed briefly, as if she expected the other girl to shove her tongue down her throat without a single warning. When she just snuggled in instead, Tatum relaxed all over again, and scooted around a bit to get more comfortable. It was okay, the blanket was still between them. They just needed to hold each other, it wasn't such a bad thing, was it?

She smiled faintly when Mackenzie admitted to missing her, closing her eyes a bit as her chin rested onto the blonde's head. "What are you so scared of?" she whispered, not opening her eyes. It was a genuine question, although she had a feeling she knew the answers. She hadn't asked what Frankie said to her friend, almost didn't want to know. She knew that Frankie could get particularly cruel verbally when you got onto her bad side. It was just one of her few flaws.

"What did she say to you?" she continued, deciding after a very brief consideration that perhaps it would be better to know, to just get it out in the open. Whatever it had been, it had clearly really riled the blonde up. Tatum knew Mack didn't need much incentive to get into a fist fight, and that wasn't the part that had surprised it once the dust settled. It was the vulnerability that the older Sonnier was exposing now. Whatever it was that Frankie had said, it had shaken her friend's foundation, and that was sort of scary to see.

She didn't suppose she could take credit for every tear Mack was crying right now, whatever was going on with her family had to be part of it, but a good portion of the responsibility for the break down did fall into Tatum's lap. She couldn't bother to deny that, and it hurt. She felt guilty in a way that she hadn't felt since Valentine's Day, which she also still sort of blamed herself, even though Frankie had admitted it hadn't been her fault. Why did she hurt every girl that came around her? No wonder she had been single for so long.

The redhead tilted her face a bit, lips pressing briefly against the top of the blonde's head. "I don't want to-- I can't think about that," she murmured. She felt a little stoned, and slightly dizzy. It made the word vomit harder to control. "You're my b-best friend, like I can't.. it's pulling me apart, you know? But I can't just not-- you guys aren't ever going to like, like each other.. and I can't keep everybody happy."

She shifted uncomfortably, loosening her arms a bit and tilted her head back some against the mattress. "I miss when everything was just like, gravy and nobody cared.. like why can't everyone get along? Is that like, a totally hippie stupid thing to ask for? I bet Apple agrees with me.. I just wanna like, smoke and chill. I can't take all this fighting. Especially not between my girls."

	From: notonyourteam	Date: June 3rd, 2011 09:04 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Mackenzie was relieved when she felt Tatum relax and get comfortable in her arms, she was afraid that the redhead would actually tell her to turn back around. She wasn’t sure she could handle that kind of rejection right then, although she supposed she would have had to deal with it for Tatum’s sake. Letting out a small sigh of contentment, she listened to the redhead’s heart beating. It was soothing, even if she could hear the girls heart speed up a little before she spoke. Tatum was always so nervous, even if she had relaxed around the blonde immensely since they first met. Mackenzie sometimes wished that she could just be enough to make the girls anxiety go away, it was a stupid thought she sometimes had in her day dreams.

She bit her lip, what was she so scared of? Sure there was the obvious abandonment issues she struggled with, any kid with a rocky home life probably had those though. Sure she had daddy issues, but Tatum had lost her mother to actual death. Her father was just some dead beat who couldn’t grow up when it came to his family, and while it hurt, Mackenzie should have gotten over it by now right?

“I guess I’m scared of you,” She stated slowly, absentmindedly messing with the back of Tatum’s shirt. She didn’t even notice that she had started drawing tiny circles on the girls back, it was a nervous habit to do something with her hands, and it just seemed like such a natural thing to do. “Not in a bad way!” She reassured the redhead, because she knew that Tatum would probably start obsessing over it the second the words left her mouth. “Like, in a terrifyingly good way. I…You…you make me feel so many different things, it scares the hell out of me. I really care about you, and like, that doesn’t happen for me very often. I don’t let anyone close, not even my own mother. And then there you were, and I decided in about less than a second when I found you that I couldn’t stand to see you that sad.”

Mackenzie took a deep breath, she had no idea to express to Tatum exactly what was going on in her head. She usually shoved these feelings into the back of her mind so she wouldn’t have to deal with them, and now she was trying to voice them to another person. She couldn’t even really tell the things she was trying to say to herself.

“Like, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I don’t exactly hang out with a ton of different people. I’m pretty sure that Kia was my best friend growing up, and that wasn’t exactly like, having a sister for a best friend, you know? She was like, my mom basically. Shit was kinda weird. And then I met Abigail and like, she was the first real friend I had, but that didn‘t work out.” She burrowed her face deeper into Tatum’s shoulder, she wasn’t even sure if she had ever talked to anyone about Abigail before. It felt weird, like it was a completely different life time. “Then I came here, and met you and Hunter and it was like, this is what things are supposed to be like. I finally fit in some in some kind of weird, messed up puzzle that was exactly where I wanted to be. It didn’t matter if the puzzle was like, retarded or what ever, because it felt like home, right?” She wasn’t going to cry again, there was no way in hell. Especially talking about shit like this, these were things she hadn’t even told Kia. She didn’t want anyone to know how much she had felt like a social anomaly before going to CCI.

“I’m scared because you make me feel so incredibly safe, and wanted, and it doesn’t matter what an idiot I am or how much I fuck things up because you’ll always want me anyway. You like me for my flaws and my good qualities and everything in between and it doesn’t matter if I wont sleep with you because like, you still want me around.” She swallowed thickly, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. “Not that I don’t want to sleep with you, because I do. But for once, it doesn’t matter to me if I get to or not. Because just making you smile is enough. I stopped messing around with other girls recently because I’d rather have the time I spent seducing them to hang out with you.”

	From: notonyourteam	Date: June 3rd, 2011 09:05 pm (UTC)		(Link)

She could hear the little voice that sounded suspiciously like Hunter in her head telling her to stop being such a fag. It really was some cheesy shit out of a Saturday morning special, the player finds the one and then spends the rest of the story line changing their ways to get the girl. She knew that Tatum didn’t really approve of the way she used women and they used her, but she genuinely just enjoyed spending time with the redhead. It had nothing to do with getting with her redheaded friend, it just made her happier in the end.

“I know it sounds really stupid and cheesy, but it‘s true.” she laughed, she was blushing slightly. She felt really silly for being so sentimental, it was just so cliché. She couldn’t help it however, she just felt that way. Frankie, knowingly or unknowingly, had struck this incredibly fragile place for the blonde. She really didn’t want to tell Tatum that Frankie had hurt her so badly with just a few well place words. It meant that she had to admit that she was human, and had feelings just like everyone else.

“Frankie…she said a lot of things.” Mackenzie grumbled quietly, she knew that there was going to be no getting around telling Tatum at this point. So she took another deep breath and prepared to peal off yet another layer of emotional trauma for the redhead. “I guess what,” She paused, trying to get over herself and just say it. “Hurt the most, was when she told me that I was pathetic for hanging around you all the time when you only hung out with me because you felt sorry for me.” She clenched her teeth, and unconsciously tightened her hold on the redhead. She had hated how that stupid girl had made her feel like a useless waste of space that people only pitied. She couldn’t stand feeling like that. “Do you know how mad that made me? How much it made me doubt everything that I had become so comfortable with? I wasn’t just scared of loosing you but it made me worry that maybe you did only hang out with me because I was pathetic. Like, maybe tagging around with you like a lost puppy made you think that I was desperate for friends or something. I don’t know, she just hit me where it hurt. She emotionally shut me down, I just couldn’t handle it. People can say what they want, they can call me a slut, or a bitch, and I’ll just laugh in their faces. I don’t know if she knew it or not but Frankie pretty much busted right into my most secret fears and messed with them. That’s why I lost it so bad, I was terrified.”

She trailed off after that, not really knowing what else to say. She had pretty much laid everything out on the line for her friend. That was the most honest she had been with anyone about who she was. She was slightly in shock, there was no way to take any of it back now. Tatum could do with it what she wanted, but Mackenzie trusted Tatum to not make a fool out of her. She felt her anxiety melt away a little when Tatum kissed her head, whether Tatum knew it or not, it was the perfect reassurance for Mackenzie. It was a sign of acceptance, even after everything the blonde had told her.

“Yeah, you silly hippy, gosh!“ She teased in response to Tatum’s question, trying to lighten the mood a bit. She felt kind of bad after Tatum’s confession of how she wished everything could just be gravy. It certainly wasn‘t Tatum‘s fault that her and Frankie were fighting over her. “Tatum, in all honesty, it’s not your job to make us all happy. Frankie and I should be the ones trying to keep you happy if anything. You’re an innocent bystander in all of this. It’s really up to us to pretend to get along for your sake, because if we both care about you so much we shouldn’t demand that you choose. We should both want you to be happy, and leave all the deciding up to you. We’re just both selfish and don’t want to share such a good thing I guess.”

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: June 3rd, 2011 10:19 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Tatum tried desperately not to shiver when Mackenzie's fingers tickled over her back, tracing patterns and making the redhaired girl inhale sharply just once. "Scared of me?" she echoed, trying to distract herself from the feeling of the blonde drawing those little circles. She considered asking her to stop, but couldn't bring herself to bother. Mack was always doing this kind of stupid stuff to her, when they were laying around watching movies, or just hanging out. They joked around, sat over each other. Physical contact usually wasn't her thing, but with friends was different. With Mackenzie was different. She was just a physical person. It hadn't bothered her before, why was she letting this freak her out so bad?

She listened closely as Mack explained, keeping her chin resting on the blonde's head, and smiling faintly as she went on. So much of what the older girl was saying, Tatum could relate to entirely. She wouldn't lie and say that she didn't spend the first two months of her friendship with Mackenzie wondering when the other kids would jump out, and it would all just be some big joke on her. Like Carrie or Cruel Intentions or some shit. She was pleasantly surprised when it never did happen, but it had definitely crossed her mind. Mackenzie made her feel all kinds of things, everything from affection and loyalty to worry. And lately, stress.

"Shut up," the redhead urged gently, sighing lightly as she gave Mack a weak little squeeze in her arms. "You think I hang out with a ton of people? Other than like, you and Frankie.. I have Sunny and Rowan, and all of the guys but like.. no one knows me like you. I can't like-- I don't know. I was so scared when I got here, and I didn't have Rath, and I always had Rath, and then you were just.. there. I mean like, I.. met other people, I have other friends, but you're my best friend. You like, know too many of my secrets to let you go," Tatum continued, turning her head so her cheek was resting on Mack's head instead. "Why would I want you to like, leave?"

Except that it was only a week ago that she had pushed her away, less than that since she had sworn to never speak to her again. Yet again, she felt incredibly cruel and selfish for that. How did she deserve to be Mack's best friend after everything she had done? She listened as the blonde mentioned her old friend, and Tatum tensed again. Mack almost never mentioned what life had been like at Salem, and Tatum didn't really push her. All she had ever cared about was that Mack had come to CCI. Whatever had went down at her old school was her business, but now she was wondering if it was the time to ask questions.

"What happened to Abigail?" she tried, regretting it almost as soon as she said it. "You don't have to tell me," she quickly added. "I don't know what it didn't work out, but I would-- I just want you around. I won't leave you behind, okay? Cause like.. that's not cool. I'm not like that. I'm not gunna be like that to you, cause like.. you know, like, you make me feel safe too.. and wanted. And we can't like-- we can't do that, this stuff, all of the time," she whispered, giving Mack another little squeeze. Why did it hurt so bad to say that? What was happening to her? This whole week had just skewed and destroyed her perception of her world and the people in it.

She laughed a little when Mack said she would sleep with her, and she knew her heart was pounding, her cheeks lighting up with color despite herself. "I'm sorry that I can't like.. be one of your conquests," she joked softly, pressing another kiss to the blonde's head, just above her ear this time. She had missed her so much. It didn't mean anything, right? She just wanted her best friend back. "I can smile all you want though, just.. be more chill. You need to do some yoga with me and Apple, like.. find your inner peace and shit," the redhead added.

She was honestly flattered that Mack would give up flirting time for her, and she felt her stomach do a little flip. She knew how much the blonde valued her time with the ladies, and the fact that she would give up any time doing that to spend it with her instead.. well, it really said something.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: June 3rd, 2011 10:21 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Time was money, especially with the women Mack tried to wine and dine. It was no different than Tatum just flushing an ounce of weed down the toilet or something. She had never seen Mack this caught up about a girl. She didn't approve of the blonde's love-em-and-leave-em approach, but at least that was routine. Mack's emotional side was much more unsettling, and harder to shrug off. The fact that she was the girl made it even more absurd, even harder to ignore.

Harder to ignore how warm the other girl's body was, how soft her hair was, her nimble fingers still tickling her back, or how she smelled like cigarettes covered up with a fine spritz of Old Spice. Tatum was always telling her that she smelled exactly like her grandpa, and the thought made her smile slowly again. "It's not stupid though," Tatum added eventually, wanting to make it clear. She didn't think anything that Mack said was stupid really, unless it truly was stupid. But when her friend was baring her soul to her like that, she didn't find it the slightest bit stupid. Mostly just heartbreaking.

Tatum still wasn't entirely sure she was ready to hear what Frankie had said, but she braced herself anyway, letting Mack tell her side of the story and explain everything. She felt bad for waiting so long before sitting down to listen to it. She had just been in such a blind rage, and then when she and Frankie fought about it, her panic had been unleashed and she was powerless to do anything but overreact. What she had done had been stupid, and although Mackenzie seemed determined to take the blame, Tatum didn't buy it. If she had just stayed away from the two of them, neither of the two girls would be upset right now.

She felt the hold tighten, and she frowned a little. "You're not pathetic," she corrected her quickly, not a moment hesitation on that one. She scooted away from Mackenzie and broke their embrace, just so she could pull back and look at the blonde seriously. Her heart was in her throat, but she tried to speak with confidence and reassure her. She had to be the strong one. "I used to think that same shit.. ironically. I thought like-- I thought one day, you'd just give up. Or Hunter would like, jump out of a classroom with a camera and you'd just.. laugh at me or something. I don't know what you see in hanging out with me.. like, besides the comic books and when I burn episodes of Glee for you," she replied, an embarrassed little smile crossing her face. "You're not pathetic, but I am and I thought like.. you'd be so sick of me by now. I never thought you'd wanna stick with me.. especially after everything, like I was like, your charity case. That's what people think, I think but.. haters gunna hate, right?"

The younger girl lifted a hand, letting it rest across Mackenzie's cheek briefly, giving it a gentle pinch. "She shouldn't have.. said any of that. I think she's like-- jealous? I don't think she knows what it's like to be jealous, she just.. it's like she's shutting down on me," the redhead whispered, trying to explain. She trailed off as well, unsure if she wanted to go on. Would Mack want to hear about them? Would Frankie kill her for talking about her to Mack? Hell, that was beyond the point. If Frankie knew she was in here snuggling up with the blonde, as much as it was between friends for her, she knew the brunette would go off. She'd probably hex her into next month, all parle français.

"She said she doesn't know if she loves me enough to put up with this," she admitted finally, needing to get it out. She hadn't told anyone, just held it up instead, burning away at her. The words had been like a slap across the face, and she knew that had been the only reason she had reacted so horribly, but she still felt terrible. Her girlfriend didn't know if she loved her, and she had offered to give up her best friend to try to fix it. What kind of person was she?

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: June 11th, 2011 08:22 am (UTC)		(Link)

Tatum whimpered as she felt Mackenzie pressing against her hand, the unfamiliar heat weighing heavily on her mind. "R-Really?" she muttered back, half-teasing and with a little shaky grin on her lips, even as she tipped her head to let Mack kiss her neck further. Every kiss fluttering along her slightly sweaty skin was bliss.

"I g-guess the feelings mutual," the redhead whispered hoarsely, leaning her mouth closer to the blonde's ear to say it, another small whimper escaping her as Mack's fingers curled deeper inside of her, pressing a spot that made her want to wrap her legs around the whole girl and just pull her closer, deeper still.

"If you couldn't t-tell already," she muttered coyly. Her own hand, which had gotten momentarily distracted again and had just been occupying itself by absently rubbing against the blonde, moved down again now. She pressed her fingers a just little firmer at first, testing her boundaries as she opened her eyes to watch Mackenzie's reactions, a little half-lidded. Deciding to just let herself go and feel, exactly as the older girl had instructed, the redhead licked her lips briefly before pushing two fingers into Mack, lifting her head to kiss her neck again as she did. She was shaking all over, but it was worth every minute.

	From: notonyourteam	Date: June 11th, 2011 08:43 am (UTC)		(Link)

"Yes, really," Mackenzie answered back breathlessly. She let out a muffled whimper into the smaller girl's neck as the redhead whispered into her ear. She smiled as she found the exact spot that she had been looking for, moving her hand so she could hit it again.

She let out a loud moan as she felt Tatum press firmly against her and bit her lip to stop it. She dropped her head to the redhead's shoulder, letting out another muffled groan as she felt the girl's fingers press into her.

"Fuck Tatum," She gasped out, biting down on the girl's shoulder lightly to keep herself quiet. She was blushing slightly, she usually kept her composure fairly well but the feeling of the redhead inside her was making her loose her mind. "That...uh...feels really good."

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: June 11th, 2011 09:59 am (UTC)		(Link)

Tatum gasped herself when she felt Mackenzie's teeth sinking lightly into her shoulder, making her stomach do a little flip. Being quiet was going to be an issue, if not for her, than for Mack. She could tell that already. They could really just hope for the best. Whatever happened at this point, Tatum wasn't stopping.

"I-Isn't it supposed to?" the redhead asked, her own face still pressing into Mackenzie's own shoulder, her head turning a bit to place some more kisses on the blonde's neck. She couldn't believe they were actually doing this, she was actually doing this. And she was doing it right. The reactions from her best friend were driving her insane, just upping the intensity of the world situation between them.

"Y-You feel really good t-too," she added, as Mack's fingers curled and hit that same spot again, drawing another sharp moan out of the younger girl's throat. She settled her teeth onto Mack's neck, biting down gently in response. "How d-did we hang out before and not d-do this?" she joked, her own fingers moving to try to keep up with blonde's movements inside of her, wanting her to feel just as good, maybe better. The redhead's hips jerked a little, drawing the other girl in more, wanting her worse than anything ever before.

She hadn't had sex this desperately intense since New Years, and that had been a whole other tripped out experience. This was something different entirely, another animal. Tatum couldn't complain, just sucking at Mack's neck and shoulder again, trying to keep herself under control under the older girl.

	From: notonyourteam	Date: June 11th, 2011 02:31 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"Well, yeah but Jesus Tatum," She managed to pant out, her hips twitching towards the girl's hand as she moved inside the blonde. She had probably had more day dreams than she could remember about things like this. But none of them were even holding up against the real thing. She was almost waiting for Hunter to stuff a pillow in her face and tell her to stop making so much noise. She really didn't know what to say besides that, every time her brain formed intelligent thought the girl's lips would be on her neck and all intelligence was lost.

"Ha, maybe I've been wanting to do this for a while now," She admitted softly, her voice muffled by the other girl's neck. She turned her head to the side and pressed a few soft kisses to the redhead's throat, sucking at it lightly. She shifted her hand again slightly, pressing her fingers a little deeper, but still trying to hit the same spot as before. "It's very hard to just hang out and not do this, trust me."

A moan slipped out of her mouth as Tatum's fingers hit a particularly good spot and she had to stuff her face back into the girl's shoulder to muffle it. She wasn't exactly even sure when the last time she had sex was, which, was really saying something for the blonde. She was sure it was probably when she had decided that spending time with Tatum was more beneficial to her time than seducing other girl's around the school.

This, however, was well worth the wait, and she sped up her arm's moments, just so the girl knew how desperately she wanted this. She could feel her body trembling lightly, moving the press shamelessly against the redhead's hand. This was completely new territory, she had never really been this desperate for anyone's touch before.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: June 12th, 2011 02:14 am (UTC)		(Link)

Every time that she felt Mack's hips moving, arching toward her and pushing herself onto her fingers, it seemed to take Tatum's breath away. This was the most sober sex she had had in a while, and the first in some time at all. With all of the bickering and avoiding each other she and Frankie had been doing lately, the rough patch wasn't allowing them much room for private time. She was pretty sure they hadn't really touched each other since the night at Cinco de Mayo.

To have a girl with her, in front of her and wanting her, was a hard thing to resist. Especially when it was Mackenzie. She tried for a long time to resist the other girl, batting away her advances as if they were foolish, but it was all coming to a climax now. Even if she had realized she should be stopping, she wouldn't. Not until she felt the blonde tighten around her fingers, heard her name on the blonde's lips.

She was getting far too into this.

"I-I wasted a lot of time looking at porn w-when we could have just done this," Tatum admitted back, her own words muffled against Mackenzie's shoulder. They fit together well, not as perfectly as she and Frankie, but well. Her face in Mack's shoulder, and vice versa, and reach to feel each other, to keep up with each others actions. She was glad. She wanted Mack to feel all of the same sensations coursing through her body, the tingling right to the end of every limb as the blonde girl's fingers filled her again, the urgency drawing another muffled moan out of the redhead.

She found herself panting, eyes closed as Mackenzie's lips worked her neck, sucking over the sensitive flesh. She'd lose her mind in the morning if she woke up covered in bite marks, but in the heat of the moment, she didn't care, her free hand pressing Mack's face closer to her skin. "You're like.. d-driving me crazy," the younger girl groaned, feeling her legs trembling and shaking like crazy, her stomach tensing as she heard Mack's moan. Every noise from the girl on top of her seemed to make Tatum react all over.

"F-Fuck, that's good," she managed, turning her lips against Mack's ear to whisper it. The increased speed of her movements, the feeling of her moving down on her fingers further, it was all blowing the redhead's mind. "D-Do that, don't s-stop that," she gasped, her own hips twitching.

	From: notonyourteam	Date: June 12th, 2011 03:45 pm (UTC)		(Link)

When the topic of Tatum and porn was mentioned, Mackenzie was pretty sure that her heart actually stopped for a few beats before hammering madly in her chest. She would have never even imagined that the girl was a horn dog, but now that she knew, she would never be able to look at her the same way again. Not that she would be able to after this anyway. She wanted to cement everything about the redhead in her mind, the way that her body felt pressed against hers, the smoothness of her skin, her taste, her warmth. She worried deep down that this would never happen again, that Tatum wasn’t emotionally involved like the blonde was. Although, it would be like karma coming back to bite Mack in the ass. How many girl’s had she done that to in the past?

“Next time, just give me a call Tat,” She purred into the girl’s ear, pressing her fingers deep into the redhead and pressing her palm up against her. She would gladly take the place of Tatum’s porn collection. She’d scratch whatever itch the redhead had, it’s what a good friend would do. “I’d be happy to help you out with that.”

She sighed happily as she felt the girl tangle a hand in her hair and press her closer, it made her extremely satisfied to feel wanted like that by the redhead. She continued to work the girl’s neck, biting and sucking every inch of skin she could reach. She wasn’t even sure if she was leaving any marks or not, there were too many other things happening right now for her brain to process it. Her fingers inside Tatum, the moans that were pouring into her ear, her fingers inside Mack, it was all too much for her to even begin to care about love bites.

Mackenzie shivered as she felt the girl’s lips move against her ear, her hot breath tickling her neck. She gave special care into making sure that her fingers continued what they were doing, just as the redhead had requested. She could feel her own hips twitching slightly, her stomach beginning to tighten a little. She wasn’t sure how much longer she was going to last, especially when Tatum’s fingers hit that spot again. She gasped, biting down again on Tatum’s shoulder and couldn’t stop her hips from pressing down on the girl’s fingers again.

“Fuck, right there Tat,” She groaned, her breathing ragged.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: June 13th, 2011 02:20 am (UTC)		(Link)

"Of c-course you would. Typical," Tatum shot right back, unable to help herself from teasing her friend a little, even in such a serious situation. She had always made fun of Mackenzie for being such a highly sexual individual, she had never thought she would find herself under the older girl's charms. Though she was starting to see why other girls fell for them so easily. When you had somebody like Mack trying to get with you, it was best not to ask a whole lot of questions.

The younger girl let out a few little whimpers as Mack moved over her neck, sometimes biting her a little roughly, making the redhead squirm a bit. It only tightened the hand in her hair, pulling occasionally as the blonde girl's tongue worked over a particularly sensitive part of her throat. She didn't think she was ever going to stop shaking.

Her arm never stopped either, keeping pace with Mackenzie, and trying her best to mimic the actions that the blonde was using on her. Every movement of her fingers made Tatum's hips arch in time with them, and she wanted Mack to feel the same sensations, the tingling that seemed to be reaching every inch of her. She was pretty sure her toes were curling or something every time Mack pushed into her.

She definitely didn't think she was going to last much longer, but she wanted to bring Mack with her, drag the blonde girl over the edge. She'd feel like an idiot to come all this way, and leave the other girl hanging. If she wasn't close though, Tatum didn't know how she was surviving. Maybe she wasn't close, Mack did have a lot more experience than her.. this was the first time she had done any of this with someone besides Frankie. Every girl was different, right?

Her stomach tense, seeming to flutter with every pant out of the blonde on top of her, Tatum buried her own her face against Mack's shoulder, biting roughly at the exposed flesh there. She groaned as Mack did the same. She had never felt so close to someone before, and not just because of the way every inch of the older girl's skin was driving her wild. It was absurd, maybe she was just getting emotional again. She did get teary eyed sometimes during sex. According to the internet, it was normal. Every girl was different.

She managed to nod her head shakily, face still pressed into her shoulder as she curled her fingers gently inside of the blonde again. "Y-You're so hot," the redhead admitted, her own breathing coming practically in panting now. Fingers still pressed into her, she slid her thumb up a bit, grazing back and forth over the blonde's clit. Was she actually doing this? Her head was getting fuzzy, and she felt sort of warm all over, more glad than ever that they had kicked the blanket away ages ago.

	From: notonyourteam	Date: June 13th, 2011 04:39 am (UTC)		(Link)

Mackenzie was about to retort back that Tatum knew she wanted it but was distracted when the girl’s hand pulled at her hair slightly as she worked on what must have been a sensitive area for the redhead. The small tug at her hair, along with the whimpers that were being produced by the girl were enough to completely derail Mackenzie’s train of thought. She just continued to attack the girl’s neck, letting out another moan as she felt Tatum’s fingers pressing into her. She wasn’t sure if the girl was just going off of experience or intuition but it was driving the blonde mad. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, every last nerve ending tingling with pleasure. She continued to press her hips down onto the girl’s fingers, unable to control herself any longer.

Letting out a muffled groan as Tatum bit into her shoulder again, she almost immediately let out a second moan as the girl curled her fingers in side her again. This little redheaded sex goddess was going to be the death of her, she was absolutely positive now. There was no way to avoid the inevitable heart attack, if this was working up to the climax, then she would surely die when she got there. She wondered vaguely if there was anyone who had died from having to intense of an orgasm.

She almost missed the fact that Tatum had called her hot, but she heard it and couldn’t help but let a huge grin slide onto her face. Tatum thought she was hot, and it was probably the best thing that a girl had ever said to her so far in her life. Not that she hadn’t been told she was hot before, but it was hearing it from the girl she wanted to hear it from that mad it special.

She just about lost it when she felt the girls thumb running along her clit, she was panting heavily now, her stomach tightening more and more with each one of the girls thrusts. She thrust her finger’s into the redhead, curling them towards the spot so she could hit it every time. Her own thumb slide upwards and mimicked Tatum’s actions, sliding up and down with every thrust.

“God Tatum,” She moaned, panting into the girl’s ear. She was starting to loose focus, her mind becoming a bit fuzzy. She could feel a tingling in her core as the redhead’s thumb ran over her again, her fingers pressing into her. She bit down again on the redhead’s shoulder, moaning loudly as she felt her body convulse and tighten around the redhead’s fingers. She felt like she was loosing her mind, her body was shaking as she tried not to collapse on the girl. She continued to move her finger’s though, needing to push the redhead over the edge with her. She had never felt the need so desperately to let go with someone else before, but she felt so connected to the redhead she wouldn’t have it any other way.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: June 13th, 2011 05:35 am (UTC)		(Link)

Listening to the sounds coming from Mackenzie, most of them panted against up against her ear, was enough to totally distract Tatum's brain from having a chance to function again. She was in total bliss, her eyes still closed tight and her face still pressed into the crook between the blonde's neck and shoulder. Whenever the other girl hit a particularly perfect spot with a thrust, she couldn't help but groan out loud, her teeth almost automatically dragging against the older girl's skin.

Being heard or caught were the last things on her mind. Mackenzie was all she could think about, all she wanted to think about. Very little in the room existed right then beside the two of them.

Tatum's free hand, the one not trapped between them and working furiously between the blonde's thighs, had come to find it's favorite spot again; draped over Mack's shoulder, fingernails digging in to her back occasionally. Digging in deeper as soon as Mack's thumb moved up, drawing a loud gasp out of the redhead, and causing her nails to dig in, leaving long pink scratches in their wake as she dragged them down the other girl's back.

She couldn't control herself, she needed to do something, and clutching onto Mack was about all she could manage right then.

Each time the other girl's breathing picked up, eventually becoming the ragged panting against her ear, Tatum's quickly matched. It was like being in time with each other or something. It felt good to have Mackenzie on top of her, inside of her, filling her. But it almost felt just as good to know she was doing the same thing to her best friend, she was the one pulling these low moans out of her, making her whimper so desperately. Her hips, moving with each thrust, were for her. Because of her. It was still unbelievable, this was actually happening.

Her own stomach felt all sorts of tense, a distinctly familiar warmth building low in it, spreading into the top of her legs, and a weak smile on her face as she pressed more kisses over Mack's neck, panting against it as the blonde seemed to double her efforts. It made Tatum moan again, her head tipping back a bit against the pillow, watching the other girl briefly before moving back to hide in her shoulder again, needing that closeness, to be pressed into her, feeling her. This was all about feeling, right? That was key.

She felt Mack begin to shake, and then the feeling of the girl's body tensing around her fingers, making Tatum moan again. Her nails finding the other girl's back once more, raking over it roughly as the blonde came. She still needed that closeness, to feel the blonde, to hold onto her as tightly as she could. As if she'd disappear if she let her go. Breathing heavily, lips still close to Mack's ear, Tatum gently bit her, groaning. "I-I'm almost," she began to warn her, before trailing off, another whimper escaping her as her own body began to spasm and tense around Mack's fingers now, the redhead immediately jerking her hips again, pushing the blonde deeper.

"Fuck, f-fuck, fuck," she stammer against the older girl's shoulder, panting even harder against it. Every part of her felt, for just a split moment, to be perfect. The peak of her orgasm washing over her, tingling down to her toes, and a wave of heat seeming to radiate. Just that moment of total and pure ecstasy before she was coming down again, realizing she was now mostly sweaty and exhausted, still clinging desperately to her friend above her, head tucked closer to her chest now, still breathing ragged. She could hear Mackenzie's heartbeat again, still pounding away but beginning to slow, and it made the smile lazily.

	From: notonyourteam	Date: June 13th, 2011 08:23 pm (UTC)		(Link)

She hissed in pleasure as she felt Tatum’s nails dragging down her back, she didn’t even care that the girl might have drawn blood. Like any battle wound she would wear them proudly, she thought it was pretty sexy anyway, the redhead losing control the way she was. It only encouraged her further, her fingers pressing as deep as she could get them into the girl.

She let out a loud moan as she felt Tatum tighten around her fingers, the action only making the feeling of her own orgasm more intense. The girl was clutching at her, digging her nails down her back again, kissing her neck, moaning in her ear. It was all sensory over load, the blonde’s mind was blissfully blank as she felt the wave of pleasure crashing through her entire body. It was almost as if their bodies had melded into one as she pressed close to the redhead, her senses slowly coming back to her as she stopped trembling.

Mackenzie relaxed against the girl, still panting slightly. She pressed a kiss to the girls forehead and pulled her fingers out of the girl slowly. Smirking at the redhead, she licked them clean, sending Tatum a small wink. Once she was satisfied, she collapsed next to the smaller girl, and buried her face in her hair. She draped an arm over her and lazily began drawing patterns across her stomach.

“That was…wow,” She murmured quietly, her eyes half closed. She ducked down to kiss the girl on the cheek, and scooted closer, not feeling like she was really close enough to the redhead. “Did you enjoy yourself babe?” she purred into the redhead’s ear.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: June 14th, 2011 03:14 am (UTC)		(Link)

Tatum wasn't near ready to let go, still panting heavily and sticking as closely to the blonde as Mack would allow. She wasn't sure how most girls felt about cuddling, Frankie wasn't the best measurement of a typical minded girl so her experience on opinions was limited, but Tatum was down with it. She didn't really understood how people had sex without wanting to be close to the other person afterward. Wasn't that why people had to sex? To be close to the other person? It just made sense to her.

Her own senses were returning slowly, though they seemed dim. She felt herself smiling slowly, and felt just a bit drowsy and dopey. She reluctantly pulled her fingers from between Mack's legs, making a little show of dragging the damp hand up the blonde's thigh for a moment, before dropping it to her side and staring up at the older girl. Her eyes squinted shut a bit as her forehead was kissed, but Mack's next movement took her breath away.

Eyes wide as saucers, despite how tired she now felt, Tatum practically gaped at Mackenzie with her mouth open as she licked her fingers clean. "I c-can't b-- did you-- did you just," she tried to formulate what she wanted to say, her cheeks just blushing furiously in the darkness instead and a slyly embarrassed grin crossing her lips. "So hot," she settled for, flopping back more comfortably against the bed, letting Mack collapse comfortably beside her.

She closed her eyes, smiling happily as the blonde girl draped the arm over her, making her shiver with the fingers lightly tracing over her bare stomach. She felt relaxed, like she could drift off right then. Except the trouble of getting the mental image of Mack's tongue dragging along each finger, which seemed to be imprinted on the other side of her eyelids or something. Just thinking about it was making her stomach clench uncomfortably.

"Y-You have no-- that is like--" she tried to begin again, opening one eye to peer at the older girl, and pouting playfully. "That is like.. porn star s-shit! I have downloaded p-porn just to s-see that done," she continued, pausing to quickly add, "Not like a w-weird fetish or something! I just-- i-it was hot."

She scooted in when Mack did, easily finding her way against the blonde's body, and tucking her head instinctively under Mack's chin after her cheek was kissed. "I did," she agreed quietly, surprising herself by not having to stutter it out. Surprising herself even more than she meant it. Tomorrow would be another day and they would deal with it then, but tonight had belonged to them and them alone.

	From: notonyourteam	Date: June 14th, 2011 04:05 am (UTC)		(Link)

Mackenzie just laughed as Tatum stuttered out her amazement at her actions, she found it extremely cute how much of a little horn dog the girl secretly was. She knew Tatum must have had something interesting on that computer of hers, the was she guarded it like a mother bear protecting its cubs. What a little porn addict. With her usual mischievous grin planted on her face she dragged her hand across the girls abdomen, breathing in her ear.

“I could be your private porn star baby,” She whispered seductively, trying hard not to laugh. She enjoyed sexual things but one of her deepest, darkest secrets was that she actually almost enjoyed the cuddling after sex more. Almost. She didn’t reward most conquests with that kind of intimacy afterwards but there had been exceptions in the past, and Tatum was most certainly her biggest one. She was just as content to cuddle with the girl as anything else. “You were delicious,” She added, kissing the girls neck and settling back in as if nothing had happened.

She reached down and pulled the blanket back up, pulling it around them as Tatum scooted closer to her. Resting her chin on the girl’s head, she wrapped her arm around the girl’s waist again, her fingers going back to drawing patterns on the girl’s stomach. She hadn’t felt this calm and relaxed in over a week, ever since her fight with Frankie things had been all kinds of messed up and wrong. But now it felt like the planets had aligned again, she had her best friend back and even if the shit hit the fan tomorrow, things were okay right now.

Her eyes were closed, her mind only half awake as she let the warmth from the girl’s body lull her into a lethargic state . Her breathing was slowing, the finger that had been drawing patterns over the redhead’s skin was starting to get sluggish.

“I’m glad,” She said slowly, her voice sounded like it was a million miles away now. “It really was perfect Tat, you’re kind of perfect.” She trailed off, her finger stopping completely, hand just resting comfortably near the redhead’s hip now. Her breathing was steady and rhythmic, and a small smile was set on her face as she fell asleep completely.