𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝐿𝑎𝑑𝑦. (Parody)

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥? 𝗠𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘁 𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁. ﹄ Scandal. Era Flexible, Canon/AU. OC & Crossovers encouraged. Mirrored replies.

No.

No.

That's my name, sugar. Don't wear it out.

Did I say fist deep? Maybe that's wishful thinking for you.

*your, @LavenderSnapped.

...swoons.

[@_AgentHansen.]

[@Agent_Xena.]

— gone. Gone and dead.

“You’re welcome, Vicki.” Mellie cooed softly, out of habit, before starting to flick through paperwork. No matter how few and far between these visits were, they never got old. Part of her still wished they did it every night, but that part of their relationship was long —

— the next time she got into bed. “Hurry up, darlin’. I’ve got some work to do.” It was one of the reasons that Mellie got the left side of the bed. So she could still work and use her dominant hand, while Vicki cuddle into her side.

“Mm,” she pursed her lips in thought, before opening one arm so her wife could cuddle up to her like they used to every night. Truly, she knew this wouldn’t last, and it’s why she was so standoffish about allowing it. Victoria would be fine, and she’d be crying and lonely —

— just did not find her attractive. In this moment? She didn’t care. She crawled into bed, fully nude. “Do you want to cuddle while I read, or are we just doing our own things? Seeing as we are dressed for bed at three in the afternoon.”

— Victoria decided she wanted to cuddle. Once she stepped out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom, she discarded her towel and hung it on the back of her door. “Sorry, Vicki. I’m not putting on clothes just for your benefit.” Mellie was still convinced that her wife —

It was about twenty minutes until Mellie finally got out of the shower, hair wrapped elegantly in a towel, another towel wrapped loosely around her body. She and her wife weren’t on good terms most of the time, so she definitely wasn’t going to disrupt her routine just because —

Mellie was in the middle of washing her hair when Victoria knocked, squinting past the steam to make out the woman’s face when she spoke. “Mm, you’re always welcome in my bed, Vicki. You know that. I’m not the reason we don’t sleep together.”

— place to force the woman to talk to her about things she didn’t want to talk about.

“Nothing, Vicki. Have a nice shower,” she sighed softly as she stepped out of her dress, bending to pick it up before making her way into the other bathroom to shower on her own. Mellie knew something was up, and she had a feeling she knew what it was, too. But it wasn’t her —

— emotionally open marriages.”