Back To Life (Madison/Zoe, AHS Coven)
Madison pulls her from sleep, her mind still dream-drenched, dazed. At first, she doesn't know if this is really happening, the naked blonde curled up against her, running her fingers teasingly along the contours of her body over her nightgown.
"Madison?" She murmurs.
She can make out her face in the thin slant of moonlight coming in through the window. Madison's eyes look haunted, hungry.
"What are you doing?"
"Reading a magazine," she dead pans, smiling mischievously, her hands creeping up Zoe's nightgown, exploring her body eagerly.
"Wait! Stop!" Madison pulls her hands back, and rests her chin on them. She stares at Zoe. Zoe squints, her eyes slowly adjusting to the dark, Madison's features getting clearer.
"That's not what I recall you saying last night."
"Where's Kyle?"
"Kyle's a big boy, he can take care of himself for a night, if you know what I mean." She pauses, looks thoughtful. "Or not. I mean, have you seen the guy?"
Zoe sighs in exasperation. "Madison, why are you in my bed?"
"Because you want me here."
Zoe is speechless, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks which she hopes it's too dark to see.
Madison sprawls on her back, giving Zoe the full show. "You wanted me back. You wanted me back so badly you brought me back from the dead. So here I am, baby, I'm all yours. What are you going to do with me?" She says it like a challenge, like a dare, teasing. But there's something raw and hostile underneath.
No, Zoe saved her life, she saved her…she should be grateful, shouldn't she? Zoe feels hot tears prick her eyes and something else. Shame.
"Oh please, it's not worth crying over. In a way it's kind of sweet. I don't think anyone's ever missed me like that before."
She turns on her side and kisses Zoe softly on the lips. "Thank you."
Zoe feels boneless, melting."For bringing you back?"
"No, for giving a shit."
She takes Zoe's hand and holds it over her heart. "I can't get used to it again," she murmurs "The way it's always beating, I can feel it all the time. I think I feel it in my sleep. It's relentless. I can't remember how I ever got used to it."
And for the first time, Zoe wonders if bringing her back was a mistake, was selfish. If dead things were better left dead. All dead things.
Madison squeezes her hand tighter. "Zoe, you have to make me feel alive again. You have to. Like last night, okay?"
Zoe nods silently and dutifully begins running her tongue over one of Madison's perfect breasts. Like she's been doing it her whole life and not just in her fantasies. Madison arches her back and sighs with something like pleasure but more like relief.
"Madison?" She murmurs.
She can make out her face in the thin slant of moonlight coming in through the window. Madison's eyes look haunted, hungry.
"What are you doing?"
"Reading a magazine," she dead pans, smiling mischievously, her hands creeping up Zoe's nightgown, exploring her body eagerly.
"Wait! Stop!" Madison pulls her hands back, and rests her chin on them. She stares at Zoe. Zoe squints, her eyes slowly adjusting to the dark, Madison's features getting clearer.
"That's not what I recall you saying last night."
"Where's Kyle?"
"Kyle's a big boy, he can take care of himself for a night, if you know what I mean." She pauses, looks thoughtful. "Or not. I mean, have you seen the guy?"
Zoe sighs in exasperation. "Madison, why are you in my bed?"
"Because you want me here."
Zoe is speechless, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks which she hopes it's too dark to see.
Madison sprawls on her back, giving Zoe the full show. "You wanted me back. You wanted me back so badly you brought me back from the dead. So here I am, baby, I'm all yours. What are you going to do with me?" She says it like a challenge, like a dare, teasing. But there's something raw and hostile underneath.
No, Zoe saved her life, she saved her…she should be grateful, shouldn't she? Zoe feels hot tears prick her eyes and something else. Shame.
"Oh please, it's not worth crying over. In a way it's kind of sweet. I don't think anyone's ever missed me like that before."
She turns on her side and kisses Zoe softly on the lips. "Thank you."
Zoe feels boneless, melting."For bringing you back?"
"No, for giving a shit."
She takes Zoe's hand and holds it over her heart. "I can't get used to it again," she murmurs "The way it's always beating, I can feel it all the time. I think I feel it in my sleep. It's relentless. I can't remember how I ever got used to it."
And for the first time, Zoe wonders if bringing her back was a mistake, was selfish. If dead things were better left dead. All dead things.
Madison squeezes her hand tighter. "Zoe, you have to make me feel alive again. You have to. Like last night, okay?"
Zoe nods silently and dutifully begins running her tongue over one of Madison's perfect breasts. Like she's been doing it her whole life and not just in her fantasies. Madison arches her back and sighs with something like pleasure but more like relief.