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THERE WAS A TUG AT HEARTSTRINGS — Melanie hadn't only ripped her arm away, she'd swatted Geri's back, & stormed out of the room with all the energy of A PISSED-OFF TODDLER. This reaction wasn't new. It’d been happening near daily lately. Just a few nights back, at some dodgy warehouse rave in Hackney, some geezer had grabbed her & tried dragging her into the loos to HAVE HIS WAY WITH HER. Geri had been high off her tits on E, enjoying every second, & just as he started groping at her, Mel C's fist cracked across his jaw before he could even get a zip down (luckily she hadn't punched gemma) — For all her "bimbofication", she was a college educated woman with LOADS of life experience, she knew what was up with her bandmate. Everyone with half a brain did. Problem was, Melanie was still stuck. Deep in the bloody closet. Stuffed full of GUILT, SHAME, & SELF-HATRED. & Geri? Geri never pushed. Never gave her an ultimatum. She was a good mate, yeah? All she ever asked for was her FREEDOM. Freedom to be who she was. To live, love, shag about, dance half-naked, & snog whoever made her heart beat faster. Wasn't fair, really. Mel acting like Geri was the villain. Like SHE was the selfish one. How could she expect commitment from her, when she couldn't even commit to loving HERSELF?

"I remember his name, Gem. But she won't." Had she ever even told Mel his name? Couldn’t recall. Doubt it. All the girls knew was that a couple years back, Geri’d been mixed up with some big-shot biker gang out in the States. No names. No details. Just whispered guesses. She planned on KEEPING IT THAT WAY. & Truth be told? She didn’t have much respect left for Jackson Teller. Bloke was a tosser. Treated her like a fucking ashtray — Use her, burn her, toss her aside. All while cheating on the girl he "loved." & Yeah, alright, maybe his mum was paying her to do it. But, it wasn't like HE KNEW that part. Just another lad thinking with his cock. "Don't call them that." Geri snapped, voice cutting sharper than she meant it to. It was one thing if Gemma wanted to call her a slag, but Mel C, Emma, & Victoria were anything but. (mel b was fine) "They're my bandmates." A protective side was coming out, "We call ourselves Touch, yeah? We're gonna be pop stars." Did she sound naïve? Immature? Like one of the hundreds of thousands of girls who dreamed of BECOMING A STAR only to watch those dreams be dashed? Probably. But Geri didn’t give a toss what Gemma thought. She believed it. That was enough. "It was working out..." Voice trailed ever so slightly. Things had been going good back in Wisteria Lane. SOMETIMES SHE MISSED IT. Even the nosy neighbors with their plastic smiles. But, Katherine & Dylan & everyone else understood. (at least they pretended to) Her dad had passed & she needed to be HERE. “So, what? You’re telling me if I’d rung, you’d’ve just handed over cash? No strings? Just like that?” Why did she doubt that? Small shrug of even smaller shoulders, "We get by. Emma's mum makes us beans on toast."

"Come off it, Gem. I told you. We're just mates." Only issue with that was, they WEREN'T, & as she knew all too well, Gemma Teller Morrow was far too good at reading situations & people. She could sniff out secrets like blood in water. Half the time Geri reckoned she might’ve been bloody PSYCHIC. Or at least a Scorpio (same difference) "She's a bit rough around the edges, but if you hang about long enough, she grows on you. She’s got a good heart." If she hung about? Why would the redhead even put that option out into the world. (wasn't like gemma would take her up on the offer, yeah?) — There's a momentary pause, brow furrowing in contemplation. "You’ve been keeping tabs on me this whole time?" It came out more surprised than accusatory. It was a bit off-putting &... STALKERISH. But, it was also kinda sweet in a weird way. At least to Geri. Meant someone out there gave a shit. (wasn't even the first time she'd tracked her down, did she really miss her that much?) HEART SPED RAPIDLY IN HER CHEST. "I'm glad you're okay too, Gem." She'd been worried. Always was. In the older woman's line of work any day could be her last. HARD SWALLOW. Now she was thinking about her dad again & how she needed to make this band happen before time ran out. A light chuckle, “Wouldn’t dream of it. He wasn't even that good a shag.”

THERE WAS MORE TO THIS STORY — Gemma had said she was here on business, which, in her world, never meant spreadsheets & bloody coffee runs. No, if Gemma Teller Morrow was in Maidenhead, it meant someone, somewhere, was gonna end up hurt. Or dead. Or both. Having her here? IT WAS RISKY. Could put the whole lot of them in danger. But, Geri wasn't one to think through the consequences of her actions. Right now, she was more concerned with Mel C watching her favorite bit of the film WITHOUT HER. “Well, if you’re sticking about, why don’t you grab a beer and watch with us? We’re having a movie night. Could be fun?” Right. FUN. That was the word for it.

“Do you?” Lips creased in consideration. “I’m surprised you remember mine.” Another glance around and Gemma had already decided one thing: Thank. Fuck. She didn’t live in London. Houses were too enclosed. Roads to narrow. The air too light. But the clouds too heavy. The city was loud. And not in the way that made it feel LIVED. No. The way that made it feel FAKE. Like the streets of LA. Or Wisteria Lane. Everything SAMCRO had fought to keep OUT of Charming. (Everything Gemma had been raped in the name of.) It was here. A bustling of commerce. Synthetic success. “You developed a certain taste in the Lane. Good. People here are too vain to pose any real threat to you. So long as you stay clear of the Ashby’s.” Brow raised, crows feet stretching, dimples pull her lips into a smirk. “Call them what? Sluts. Slags. Whores? Are you seriously telling me you HAVEN’T slept with them? What about this one?” Nod to the living room where C had retreated. “C, right? She’s awfully possessive for someone who is ‘just’ a friend.” Small exhale of AMUSEMENT as Geri spoke of those big dreams once more. “Pop stars? From glamor model. To show host. To show girl. To stripper. To TV star. Now you’re back here. And you think you’ll make it a POP STAR?” Geri certainly had a lot of passion. Gemma would give her that much. “Go on then. Hit me. What makes you think this’ll be any different?” Genuine question, albeit tinted with just a hint of mirthful curiosity. She wasn’t against being persuaded. Geri was a clever girl. Too clever. But even she had to admit. She’d need an entirely new LEASE on life. (Or release FROM life…) To reroll the dice on a career path THIS far removed from modelling or presenting.

And then there was the OTHER major question lingering in the air. “Yeah? So what changed. What made you give up the good life of Wisteria Lane.” Pause. “The Good WIFE. Of Wisteria Lane.” Not that Geri and Katherine had married or come anywhere close (as far as Gemma could tell). She was simply plucking on strings to drag Katherine through the dirt. “And come back to a place you couldn’t run from fast enough?” Her tone was shifting. Ever so subtly. Mirth had drained. Just a bit. Gemma was a lot of things. But she was protective of her own. The women especially. Shit, she’d even come to enjoy that Tara BITCH, against her better judgment. And Wendy, come to think of it. And she could read a room better than anybody. It didn’t take a private detective to figure out what was going on here. That her return to London. Her drive to make it as a popstar. And her sad and unexpected departure from the Lane all had a single throughline thread tying it all together. “No strings? No.” Selfish charity had a way of leaving people BANKRUPT & DEAD. Gemma took care of her own. But she expected the same care in kind. Only idiots let things go without a price. “But as long as nothing went tits up, I wouldn’t need to cash the favor, would I?” And yet here she stood. She supposed Geri was right not to pick up that phone. This week would have been one HELL of a favor. The kind that crumbled Geri’s precious dreams of stardom to dust. All over again.

Exhale of disbelief. “Beans on toast? Jesus, sometimes I really do wonder why you and Jax never got along.” He was JUST THE TYPE to live on beans on toast. Hand reached into her purse, pulling out a few twenties and shoving it into Geri’s open palm. “It’s not furniture but you can at least get yourself a bite to eat before you keel over.” She’d find a way to explain it to Clay. Maybe she’d stop by a sex shop and swipe a dildo, a vibrator and a cock ring. “If I hang? I know you like to still think you’re twenty, but I’m well in my forties. My days of ‘hanging around’ are long behind me.” So why the Hell wasn’t she LEAVING? “But it could be fun to mess with her a little longer. I don’t care what you say. You’ve eaten that girl’s pussy on at least one occasion.” Stomach CHURNED speaking the truth into words. Was selfish. Irrational. Insane even. Why they Hell did she even CARE? Geri and her were years apart. Different lifetimes that happened to share a space side by side for an errant few weeks. An errant few weeks that had damn near DESTROYED the younger girl’s life and dreams. “Oh, come on, Once A Crow…” Nod to Geri’s hip. “The young can fly the nest. But the mother never forgets.” A short break in phrasing just to let the sentimentality settle before she added. “That and we couldn’t just let you loose. If you said anything stupid, well…” Eyes flickered with something caught between A SINISTER SINCERITY and A PLAYFUL MIRTH. As if to say… Of course that would never be YOU. But if it was… We wouldn’t be able to laugh about it any longer.

An exhale of amusement, a smile, chesty and proud. “Y’know, you’re the first girl to actually admit it.” Sometimes she really DID question what Tara and Wendy saw in Jax. He was a beautiful boy. At least in Gemma’s eyes. But she failed to honestly see what a dumb kid who still slept in a bed covered in dirty old socks could offer any woman she couldn’t find in someone… OLDER. Then again… She was starting to question what she saw in Clay, too… And JT clearly wasn’t a GREAT choice, either… “A beer?” She stepped past Geri, cautious eyes peering outside, making sure she wasn’t FOLLOWED. Coast. Clear. “Well, I suppose one shitty movie can’t hurt. What’s on? Go Fish? Bar Girls?” AS IF. “Through there?” She didn’t give Geri a chance to answer as she let herself through, pausing just long enough to add, in full view and earshot of Melanie… “You’re really glad I’m okay? Happy to see me? After everything?” She smirked. She had a little silent chuckle. And she shook her head. “You’re as hopeless as the day I met ya.” She stepped inside, swiping one of Mel C’s beers and taking a seat. Intentionally leaving a space for Geri next to her while taking the seat next to Mel C. “I’ll be joining you for the night. Gemma. You’re C? Nice to meet you. Apparently you warm up to people.” Gemma couldn’t say the same for HERSELF.

Mel hadn’t ENTIRELY been thinking clearly. Or, uh… At all come to think of it. Something about these situations always found a way to SET HER OFF. Make her LOSE HER HEAD. It was like she became SOMEONE ELSE ENTIRELY. And what the Hell was she supposed to DO about that? Like… She wasn’t even sure what the Hell she and Geri WERE. She’d spent her entire LIFE with every friend and their mum assuming she was GAY. Some outright didn’t even let her TALK to their daughters out of a fear she’d TURN THEM GAY. Yet all Mel C had wanted to be was NORMAL. To be the cute, happy, daughter that her mother had CLEARLY been so damn happy to have and call her own in a sea of boys. Mel had lived much of her life disproving the very notion that she could be into girls. And then. And then. And then GERI happened. Stupid Geri. And her barely there clothes. And her open bathroom door. And her walking around topless looking for her bra. And the CUDDLING. And the way she GRABBED HER at the waist. Or rested that chin on her shoulder. That stupid BREATH against her skin. Those innocent pecks on the cheek. None of it felt RIGHT. And by right. She meant… She meant… UGH she couldn’t think of this. Not right now. Not with…

THIS BITCH.

She came sauntering in like she OWNED the place, pausing as if to rub SALT in the wound. “The fook is she doin’ here? Can’t she go back where she came from? The fook just invites their ex’s mum to a movie night?!” That really should have been Mel C first HINT that this wasn’t just any ex’s mum. And that the keyword there was MUM not EX. “After everything? The fook didja do to ‘er?” She was back on her feet the second Gemma sat down. Beer bottle in hand. TOWERING over the older woman. “Nah, am serious. The FOOK ‘appened in America? Gerr! Gerr! Ya can’t be fookin’ serious? Ya didn’t ACTUALLY invite her did ya?” It was then it all slowly clicked. The way Gemma had sat, center cushion SPLITTING OFF Mel from Geri. “Least ya could do is take the fookin’ CHAIR.” A huff and a DOWNING of the beer bottle, settling it with a CRASH against the coffee table. (What they called a coffee table.) Before she cracked another beer and collapsed back down. STILL HUFFING. “Yeah. That’s me. Gimme an hour and a few more tabs and I’ll be a REAL people person. For fook sake.” Glance at the TV set and a small twang of GUILT (& VINDICATION) contradictingly settled in her chest. She HOPED Geri wouldn’t clock that she’d fast forwarded through her favorite scene.

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“And who the Hell are you?” Brow furrowed, head tilted, one hand FIRMLY grasped around Dylan’s wrist, yanking the young girl behind her, eyes gazing holes through first Julie and THEN through their NEW FRIEND. Katherine had damn sure NEVER heard of her. Never SEEN her either. “If you’re looking to cause trouble, there’s a dozen other neighborhoods with far more relaxed Housing Association Rules. You can stay out of mine.” Loud music. Heavy flowing alcohol. PILLS?! At least that’s what the call from Susan had said. But then Susan exaggerated EVERYTHING. For all Katherine knew, Susan had seen someone taking a goddamn aspirin or an iron tablet and jumped to ECSTASY.

“Ohhh, she’s English. Well, lemme tell you how things work in America, sweetie: We respect our neighbors. We take care of our people. And we do NOT let problem children run rampant in our streets.”

Hand reached out SNATCHING at the young woman’s jaw, twisting, turning her head & neck, eyes PEERING into the redhead’s own. Seeking signs of pupil dilation. Redden cheeks alone proved ALCOHOL was coursing through her system. “Seriously where DID you come from? Don’t you have any parents around here? I need to educate them on CONTROLLING their daughter.” She released the young woman’s jaw. “Where do you live? I’m taking you home.” Nod toward the door and she pulled along Dylan WITH HER. “It’s non-negotiable. I need to speak to your mother.”

If only Katherine knew…

Geri Halliwell was WELL GONE by this point — She'd popped two tabs of E, one green with a smiley face, one pink with a heart, downed with some fruity vodka mix the lads had knocked up for her. Which lads? Some of Dylan's school mates who had been a bit PREOCCUPIED ogling her massive tits to notice much of anything else. She was wearing a tiny little crop & skirt combo. NO BRA. Nipples had been hard, straining against fabric. Dylan had given them an earful for doing so. (& geri for egging them on) — You see, her "thing" with the young girl was... COMPLICATED. Dylan was constantly seeking something more with her, & Geri was constantly keeping the other at arm's length. She really couldn't commit to anything SERIOUS right now. Especially when the bloke who supplied her stash was also the one putting a roof over her head. (at the cost of, well… HEAD.)

It was just as she'd finished the contents of her red solo cup, set it aside & FIRMLY GRIPPED at Dylan's hip, swaying to the music & resting a chin on her shoulder, that the OLD COW crashed the party. Storming through the crowd of dancing teens, grasping roughly at Dylan's wrist & YANKING her out of Geri's grip, before turning her fury on HER. Julie was muttering apologies like a broken record. Maybe that’s what she should’ve done too? Unfortunately for all of them, she wasn't the type to keep her gob shut, (not to mention she was high as a kite & proper bladdered), “Oi, who invited the buzzkill?”

Her brain was slogging through molasses, but it didn’t take Geri long to clock that this lady must be Dylan’s mum. Or aunt or something. Whoever takes care of her. You'd think she'd have asked about the girl's life, but that would require ACTUALLY GIVING A TOSS — They both knew what it was. "Come now, it's just a bit of fun, innit? You were a teenager once, weren’t you?" (spoken as if she wasn't a fully grown adult) "I've been here long enough to know how things—" Before she could finish her point, the taller woman was SNATCHING at her jaw, giving her a look over. Geri’s lips curled into a cheeky smirk, ruby red and daring. “Usually you’ve gotta pay extra to put your hands on me like that. Not sayin’ you should stop, mind you~” Baby blues darted over to Dylan as she told her to SHUT UP. "It was a joke!" Only, it really wasn't.

"That what you’re after then? Wanna control me, mummy~?" Truth be told, if Dylan ever thought she had a chance of a proper relationship with Geri Halliwell, that hope should’ve been out the window right there. Clear as day she didn’t respect her. Hadn’t respected anyone in a long while — NOT EVEN HERSELF. This was what a woman spiraling looked like. & If she wasn't careful, one of these days, SHE MIGHT NOT WAKE UP — "Oi!" She almost pouted, "I can drive myself home." No. She really, really couldn't. Realizing she wasn't blagging her way out of this one, Geri relented, "Two-nineteen Jackson Heights, Fairview. We’ll give my mum a bell when we get there if you insist." She was mostly amused at the thought ; Dylan's mother ringing up her own to have "A TALK" about her unruly daughter?

“This BUZZKILL is Dylan’s MOTHER. And if you knew her well enough to be trusted DRAGGING HER to a party like…” Glance up with furied eyes, glancing around, catching sight of the BONG and the LIQUOR and those two IDIOTS playing beer pong. “THIS. Then you wouldn’t be asking that now would you.” Way Katherine saw it: If Dylan had ACTUALLY paid any attention to her warnings about her real father. She wouldn’t even be AT a party like this. Did she have to tell her the WHOLE TRUTH for her to GET IT THROUGH HER HEAD. “And you.” Spin on her heel to TOWER over Julie. “You DO know better. Of anyone here YOU know that I’m worried for Dylan’s safety. Why the HELL did you bring her HERE?” Julie shrank in. Good girl. The redhead didn’t. Bitch. “I was. A teenager. Yes. And I went to my fair share of parties. And I made my mistakes. And I’ve paid for them. I will NOT let my daughter make the same mistakes if I can help it.” Hand had SNATCHED harshly (too harshly for a woman recently accused of slapping the shit out of her daughter in the last two weeks) at Geri’s jaw.

“Pay extra?! How old are you? Julie!? Dylan!? Did you know about this?!” No. No. From the look in Dylan’s eyes she did NOT know. And… And… And… Jaw loosened, eyes wide. There was SOMETHING ELSE there. Something Katherine COULDN’T QUITE put her finger on. (Or maybe just didn’t WANT to.) Instead she flinched away, taken aback by this woman’s CONTINUED FORWARDNESS. “Do you not have ANY shame?” Eyes caught a glimpse of those nipples, poking through her top. And the way she had… EVERYTHING on show. Supple thighs. Taut stomach. Ample cleav--... What the Hell Katherine? Focus. “Apparently not.” Nod toward her body. “You tramp. That’s it.” That was when her hands switched from jaw to latching tight around TWO pencil thin wrists. One belonging to her daughter. And one belonging to… WHOEVER THE FUCK THIS WAS. “Name.” Did it matter? “I’m not your MOMMY, Red. Least you could if you’re going to live here is USE American Language.”

Harsh TUG demanded both to START MOVING. What about Julie? Honestly, Katherine couldn’t give a FUCK about Julie. She did however need THIS hussy off the streets. And most importantly: AWAY FROM HER DAUGHTER. “I’m not here to control you. Your MOTHER should be doing that. But, yes, I am going to make sure I NEVER catch you near my daughter EVER again. Do you hear me?” Roll of her eyes as the woman CONTINUED to claim sobriety. “Red. I looked in your eyes. And I paid attention to the party. You are NOT sober. If you drive home like this you’re liable to KILL SOMEONE.” Sigh, pulling the two out of the apartment and down the stairs, turning to face her. “Does that NOT matter to you? Do you even THINK of anybody else?” Gaze snapped to her daughter. “This? THIS is who you choose to hang out with? Is this because I threatened to stop you hanging with Julie? Because acting out like this ISN’T going to help your case. I’m doing this for your OWN good.”

Out the door. BACK INTO THE COLD. “I have been driving around ALL NIGHT looking for you, Dylan. You weren’t supposed to leave your room.” PERIOD. CASE CLOSED. “219 Jackson Heights? FINALLY. Do you make life this hard for your REAL parents? Or is just me?” She mumbled under her breath the next pardon. “Dear God, I hope it’s just me.” Seemed EVERY parent had nightmare children. Or maybe their generation had simply FAILED. Katherine sometimes couldn’t tell the difference. Heart ached in her chest. Why couldn’t Dylan understand? Why was she here? And who the Hell was this RED bitch? Arriving at the car she let go of their hands. “Get in.” Nod to the back seat. “You wanna be kids. I’ll treat you like kids. Get in.” She WASN’T letting this go. She had questions. Questions Red wasn’t going to like. But they could wait until they were on the way to Jackson Heights. “You WOULD live in Jackson Heights…”

If she were being honest, Geri Halliwell hadn't thought about Katherine Mayfair in years — Hadn’t thought about much of anything outside of BECOMING A POP STAR. Geri had still been out in America, living it up, when her dad passed. It was that bit of news dragged her back home after ages away. & it was that HEARTBREAK that shoved her into making a name for herself. LIFE WAS SHORT. She was already twenty-five when she auditioned (don't tell the girls) Wasn't gonna be long before her prime passed her by. How long until dropped same as her dad had? Instead of sitting there kicking herself for missing his final moments, she hurled herself into making this thing with the girls WORK. They’d started as Touch. Clocked quick they didn’t like the way Chic Murphy ran things, & cooked up the perfect plan to leg it & sign with someone new — PROPER CHEEKY OF THEM, YEAH? Now, here they were, a huge banquet being thrown for THEIR DEBUT? They were the Spice Girls & they were here to take over the world.

Redhead let out a PROPER CACKLE & hollered along with Mel as the taller girl slung a muscly arm round her shoulders, yanking her DINKY LITTLE BODY about with every jumpy movement (not that geri minded, she loved it when the sporty one roughed her up a bit, yeah?) — They’d already been on the booze & dropped a couple E. & The night was only just kicking off. This was gonna be a FULL-ON RAGER. "Oi, we've gotta see what they're serving at the —"

“Hey… Geri… What the Hell are you doing here…?”

Well, this was turning into a PROPER PATTERN, wasn't it? Her ex-boyfriends & ex-girlfriends SEXY MUMS just rocking up out the blue at her home & her work. Gemma had known what she'd been doing, but she could tell by Katherine's tone that she hadn't a clue this event was for The Spice Girls. Alright, she'd probably sussed that bit, but clearly not that Geri Halliwell was PART OF THE GROUP. Mel, ever the loyal guard dog, was quick to step forward in a protective stance. Muscles tensing & that DELICIOUS VEIN popping in her throat — She reached for the brunette's wrist in an attempt to calm her, "It's alright, Mel." Words coming out a touch slurred, baby-blues glassy, PUPILS PROPER BLOWN. She nestled her cheek on that strong shoulder. SKIN HOT. "You remember..." Geri couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation & the fact she had to say this AGAIN. "That girl I told you about back in America I had a thing with? This is her mum." (who she'd also had a thing with, but she hadn't told mel that bit) "What're you doin' here then, Kathy?" She was swaying subconsciously, arms circling around Mel's waist like it was SECOND NATURE. Nipples hard & poking at her back through the thin crop top she had on.

Katherine hadn’t exactly INTENDED for this particular BLAST FROM THE PAST to be one of her first MAJOR contracts after leaving the Lane. She’d come a long way from playing SECOND FIDDLE to Bree Hodge at Van de Kamp’s Old Fashioned Foods. And been FIRED for it. She’d left the US, sought refuge in Paris. Started a new company, and well… Now here she was. The girl who had flown home after the death of her father. Katherine had helped her pay her way. Told her to take care of her family. Wished her luck. That wish seemed to have PAID OFF. But wow… Wow… Katherine… NEVER could have imagined what fate would have in store. Was this that thing about fate? What goes around comes around? Good karma? Paying it forward and all that? Was this some kind of REWARD? Katherine helps Geri leave the US and join her family in mourning. Then Geri happens to be at the sentence of her BIGGEST contract since founding her own catering company WITHOUT Bree and her Woman of the Year award. In any case… She… wasn’t entirely sure if she was ready to MEET HER OLD FLAME. (Her… daughter’s… old flame… she should say…) The last thing she needed to do now that she was engaged was dig up an old affair she had during her LAST failed marriage. (Katherine had a habit of that, huh?)

“Ohhh… I see… So you’ve met her, too?” Gemma. The Old Lady of Charming. Yes. Katherine had done that bit of homework. After she’d killed Wayne and Geri mysteriously DISAPPEARED for six days. It didn’t take much to find out that the very woman that had shown up on the Lane and Katherine had found talking to Geri. (That wasn’t all they were doing…) Just. So. Happened. To be wanted for murder. Gunning down the daughter of an ultranationalist. Guess that meant Wayne wasn’t the FIRST man Geri had seen one of her lovers gun down. Well. Okay. Wayne was the first MAN. He wasn’t the first PERSON. “Quite the the bitch, huh?” Head tilted, eyes flickering over to Geri. “So you’re a, uhh…” Glance down at the BUSINESS CARDS she’d just neatly set upon each table READY FOR THE GUESTS. “Spice Girl?” Blink. Blink. Blink. Jaw unlatched. “I. Had. No. Idea.” GENUINELY. “Small freakin’ world, eh? I. Am the caterer actually. All this is… All… ME.” Hands gestured, body contorting motioning to the ENTIRE SET UP OF THE PARTY. Before collapsing over her heart where she gave a little giggle of pride, smiling, shoulders bouncing. “Not to toot my horn. But.” ANOTHER LAUGH. Was she blushing? But then she turned back to see Geri… With an ARM around the other girl. “I-I’m sorry… Who… Who are you? You must be dating… Geri…?”

OH GOD. HERE WE GO AGAIN.

That had been the FIRST thought on Mel C’s mind the SECOND the other redhead had RECOGNIZED Geri. (And dropped her first name like they were more than passing acquaintances.) “Seriously? Any more mums of exes that wanna take a CREEPILY VESTED INTEREST in yer life?” It was okay. It was okay. She had to stay calm. This was a PUBLIC EVENT. And the paparazzi was EVERYWHERE. They were probably under that fookin’ table as they spoke. With tiny limit camcorders and cassette tapes ready to go. “Geri can ya take this--...” RIGHT. They were high. And drunk. Shit was Mel even making SENSE to the other girl? She barely made sense to the twats down sarf. Let alone across the sea. “It ain’t funneh.” This seriously did NOT need to happen again. And Mel damn sure didn’t need ANOTHER ex mummy of Geri’s calling out their… WHATEVERSHIP they had going on here. “Yeah yer gonna need ta be a little more SPECIFIC.” On second thought. NO. No she did NOT. “So, yer Kathy? Yeah, the Hell’re ya doin’ here? Picked a helluva time ta show up.” A pause as ‘Kathy’ turned to address her. “Me? Am Mel. Melanie C. So which of her exes is yer--...” DAUGHTER. Choke on the words as Katherine did EXACTLY what Mel feared.

“Wait, wah? No. No. No. We’re not. I’m not. She’s not.” Glance, panic, riddling the atmosphere between herself and Geri. “I mean, she is, clearly, but I’m, it’s not--... Ugh. Geri, help me out here will ya?!” Fear was starting to STRANGLE the words in her throat. If anyone heard this. If this got out? She’d DIE inside. “W-W-Weren’t you. So. Uh. You’re a… Am gonna get us another drink. Gerr? You wan’ anything?” Her legs were itching to run. A tremble in her spine. A thunderous beat in her chest, heart against rib cage. And CAGE was the operative word as it, along with her soul, were trying to ESCAPE. But they couldn’t. They had nowhere to go. So that meant Melanie C had to LEAVE. Or at least drop another E. And she couldn’t afford to leave the Spice Girls premier event. Sooo… Feet carried her back to the bar. Shit. Had Katherine set THIS up, too? Glance around. EVERY server she saw she saw HER. Katherine’s eyes. Katherine’s ears. Katherine’s HIVEMIND. “I’ll have ya strongest cocktail. Whatever ya recommend.” LONG ISLAND ICED TEA COMING UP. The second the tender glanced away she fished out the little baggy. They had four pills left. She took two. Leaving behind one green smiley and one pink heart. Geri LIKED taking them together. With that, she’d grabbed the cocktail, and… “Shit.” Glance over her shoulder. Had Geri said yes or no? “An’ another for that one.” Nod to Geri. SHE HAD NO IDEA.

“Well, she IS quite the character.” Katherine tried not to smile. Tried not to laugh. Shit. She thought SHE was closeted. Turned out the Guinness Book of Records already HAD a record holder for ‘furthest bitch in the closet’. “Simon said you’d all be a wild force to be reckoned with. Turns out all he needed to do was tell me they were YOUR friends.” Smile and she proffered up a small tray of appetizers. “Quiche?” She flashed a big RUBY smile, the kind that told anyone that knew her that Katherine had a thought playing through her mind. One that she was setting up with passivity to bolster the upcoming aggression. “Say. You really do have a type, huh? Closeted virgins questioning their sexuality?” Admittedly. Not EVERY girl in Geri’s black book filled that VIRGIN part. Dylan was testament to that. “So you hit HER mom yet? She’s gonna start to worry if you keep this up.” Still as she spoke, her eyes DIPPED, betraying her own heart. Her own WEAKNESS. Geri wasn’t the only one with FUCKED UP priorities here. Brown eyes darkening with a lusty burn. “You showed up to a big premier braless?” She wasn’t complaining.

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ive screencap 2 scenes & in both mel c roll her eyes at geri. bully

meanwhile vic lookin @ her like

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its ok mel u can touch her

It had been ONE OF THEM RARE NIGHTS in Maidenhead before a ghost from her past came knocking on the door — Victoria had turned in early, Mel B and Emma were down the disco, leaving Mel C and Geri to their own. The lot of them had slogged through a whole day of rehearsals ON EMPTY BELLIES and hadn’t even kicked off once. Geri had always been sure of them making a name for themselves, but today felt like the first time they'd worked together as a proper group & truly believed in the vision. THEY WERE GONNA MAKE IT. & Nothing was going to stop them now. Least of all some shadow creeping out her darker days back in America. She'd gotten away from Charming & SAMCRO, & she was NEVER looking back. (least that's what she kept telling herself) — "Melanie." She reprimanded the other for mouthing off about Gemma's age, not that it was a secret she was older than them. Though, admittedly, a small part of her GOT OFF on this side of Mel. The fiery guard dog who would protect her with everything she's got. IT WAS DEAD SEXY. But, this wasn't the type of woman to make an enemy of. & Mel hadn't the faintest what she was stepping into. So, in a way, Geri was protecting HER this time round.

“Gem? How come ya never telt us about ‘er?”

"It's a long story babe, that's how come." & Gemma wasn't someone she’d ever thought would stroll back into her life if she was being honest. Touch was meant to be A CLEAN SLATE — Her shot at making a proper name for herself. Last thing she needed was her name getting dragged through the muck over old MISTAKES. "You remember that American bloke I was having a tumble with?" (which one?) "Well, This is his mum." That probably didn't do much to CLEAR UP THINGS. Why the hell was one of her old flings’ mums standing on her doorstep? Her fingers clamped tighter round one of those wiry, pencil-thin arms — All lean muscle, no flab. She could feel pulse racing. She clocked the flush rushing up Mel’s skin, course she did. But, it was nothing new. Mel was always giving mixed signals like that. Speaking of which...

"Oh, come on, Mel! Don't be like that!" — TOO LATE. The tomboy was ripping her bicep out of Geri's grasp & storming out of the room. “Oi! Hold up! Don’t start watchin’ without—” & She was gone. Which meant the redhead was not only gonna miss her FAVORITE BIT of the film, she’d landed herself an argument with Mel after the credits. & All for what? She’d only said it cos she knew Mel would get all wound up and flustered if she told Gemma they’d fooled about before. SHE WAS PROTECTING HER. Letting out a sigh & rolling blue eyes she moved out of the way so that Gemma could walk into the small space. Wasn't much to look at. But it was HOME now. "She's alright. Just takes a bit of warming up." She was quick to shut the door behind the older woman, was a cold night. "So, what brings you round?" NICE CASUAL CHAT to have with a woman you’d once watched kill someone, right before she helped you leg it from a biker gang. (what else was she meant to say?)

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MEL C HAD FELT IT, TOO.

She’d never admit it. Not in the least because she feared resting on her laurels would prove a gateway for FAILURE. They couldn’t stop now. They’d already worked too hard, come so far… If they let up now, LET THIS MOMENTUM SLIP. …Mel feared they might never get it back. Mel believed in FIRST & LAST CHANCES, NOT SECOND WINDS. There was no catching them if they were to fall down now… So Mel C would lower her gaze, stiffen her lip and swallow her pride. Those words of affirmation would go UNSPOKEN and so the their grind would continue. Yet she had felt it all the same. Something had just… CLICKED… tonight. Fallen so perfectly into place. They’d found each other's RHYTHMS, beat to the sound of the same drum, or, no, no, that wasn’t it. They hadn’t beat to the sound of the same drum. They’d beaten to the sound of their own drums finally sounding in unison. They were no longer trying to CLIMB over one another in a race to be the breakout star. No. No. They were united. Together. Them against the world. And the world WOULD lose. They were determined to make it so. Arriving home, everyone had their own MAGICAL ways of WORDLESSLY celebrating. Mel B and Emma had gone out. Vic had poured herself a nice, relaxing, candlelit bubble bath with a popped bottle of champagne. And Geri and Mel C? Well… MOVIE NIGHT.

They’d do this often. More often than Mel C would ever admit. At the end of a long (and ideally successful) day of polishing their stars to shine brighter than ever in the littered night sky, they’d fall into a COMFORTABLE BUBBLE - A pattern of questions and answers, books and movies, inspiration and explanation. They’d speak softly into the night. Well, Geri would speak, Melanie would listen. And maybe if Melanie C was remotely capable of connecting with - LIBERATING - Her inner child, maybe, just maybe, she’d find it within herself to ACCEPT what this was. TO ADMIT. That none of this right here was an allegory for Touch. And while it WAS true, she’d felt that spark of chemistry with the other girls and that things had been falling into place with the band, there had been something else brewing between her and Geri. Something refused to label. Because she both didn’t understand it and was terrified of what would happen once she finally did. BLISSFUL IGNORANCE WAS EASIER THAN FACING THE TRUTH. (& BEING REJECTED BY IT.) And so it had went, as it always had. Emma and Mel B made themselves scarce. And Vic spoiled herself with bath bombs, candles, cleansing rituals, facemasks, and early nights. And Mel C and Geri were left to their quiet talks and tv. It had been a perfect night. Just. Like. Any. Other. Until that rat. Rat. Rat ta tat tat. Had come a knocking at the door. If only Mel C just how much this new bird at the door, a crow by name, a raven by nature, would come to enjoy HAUNTING MEL C’S LIFE.

“A long story?” Arms crossed, head shifted, brow lifted, mouth a straight line. “Since when the fuck did YOU shy away from long stories, like?” A smarter. LESS ANGRY. Melanie C might have been able to read between the lines. And figure out that LONG STORY meant STORY THAT STILL HURT TO TELL. And maybe then she’d have left it WELL ENOUGH ALONE. But Mel C hadn’t exactly been one for READING THE ROOM. But seriously, was she supposed to just ACCEPT: Long story, get over it. When it came to a bitch like THIS showing up on their doorstep - UNANNOUNCED & UNINVITED - Pretending as if she and Geri were still today’s news? “The biker lad? Fookin’ Hell. The shit ya do to a lad that his mum chasin’ ya half way round the world?” IF. ONLY. MEL. KNEW. And honestly? Deep down? Maybe she did… “Shit, Gerr… Melanie is gonna KILL YOU. An’ Ems mum. We promised her we wouldn’t get her involved in shit like this…”

AND THEN GERI SAID THE WORST THING SHE PROBABLY COULD.

“Nah!” Arm snapped free, slashing down at the air to keep Geri from trying to grab back on. “You--...” She couldn’t bring herself to ask. YOU FUCKED HIS MUM!? Instead she moved her ass to the living room, what they’d made livable of it anyway, and tried not to think of the GHOST OF SLUTMAS PAST currently haunting their collective doorway. Last thing she heard wasn’t an apology, wasn’t an I can explain, wasn’t an it’s not like that. NO. It was… DON’T. START. WATCHING. WITHOUT ME. The fucking gall. Gut twisted. Jaw clenched. A shiver of anger shook its way up her spine. Fists clenched. Heart ached. (She ignored that bit.) And she crashed into the living room, taking a seat and grabbing an extra beer from the pack. SHE WAS GONNA NEED IT APPARENTLY. Hand pawed at the remote and she PETTILY fast forwarded past Geri’s favorite scene. Taking a swig off the top of her freshly cracked beer. “Jesus. Fookin’. Christ.”

Meanwhile… At the doorway…

“Hi.” Head tilted, Gemma’s eyes turning to Geri. “I’m just a ‘mum’, is that right?” Words taunted but honestly it was FOR THE BEST. This was the second time Gemma had dropped in on Geri unannounced. She liked to… CHECK… On the bitchy pain in the ass once in a while. For a girl with her past? It was better for everyone that MADDIE. STAY. BURIED. And even better for Geri that she never found out that Maddie had literally been buried in Charming. Shortly after she’d been BURNED ALIVE and had her hair, teeth and nails plucked out by Tig: In. That. Order. Her actual identity? Some whore Jax had banged in an alley two months ago. But that was neither here nor there. Point was: The the cops had their wanted criminal. And a confession from a fall guy confessing his part in killing, dismembering and burning said criminal alive. No one cared to ask more than that. Justice was simple, sometimes. “Y’know you might wanna at least remember the name of that ‘American bloke’ when his mother is standing in your doorway.”

Glance back to C who looked about ready to shout: YOU CAN’T TALK TO HER LIKE THAT. Or some other pointless shit. She didn’t though. Trouble in paradise? Geri sure knew how to pick ‘em. “Em and Mel? Sounds like you got a cozy little halfway house full of sluts. Talk about a come up.” Glance inside, ignoring Geri and the other woman’s rebukes. “Though it’s not much to look at. Y’know if you needed money all you had to do was ask. Guess that gold digging set up you had in Cali didn’t work out, huh?” PROBABLY BECAUSE OF HER PAST WITH GERI, ADMITTEDLY. “I always wondered why you left.” Not that Geri had told them. Not that Geri probably even knew that Gemma had known. But Gemma had. That was WHY they’d killed that Ima bitch. She stood there, entirely innocent as ‘C’ stormed off. Wasn’t until Geri turned back to her, smile plastered across Gemma’s face, and invited her that she finally spoke again. Taking a step across the threshold, like a vampire invited in. “Something tells me ‘warming up to her’ is the problem. You should look into that.” Another step inside, glancing around, eyes scanning, catching a group photo on a makeshift bookshelf. She reached for it. “Pretty girls. You been busy?” Glance back. Lips parsed and she glanced back to the photo before placing it down.

“You left the Lane. Chibs had a Hell of a time tracking you down.” That. Wasn’t the ENTIRE truth now, though… Was it? “We’re here on business. Thought I’d swing by. Stay outta Soho for a while, ‘kay?” The IRA had taken up residency near St. Patrick’s Church. And Gemma had a feeling that those Ashby bastards were keeping Abel somewhere close by… She wouldn’t tell Geri THAT PART. The less Geri knew the better. “Keep your head down. Your nose clean. They’re not looking for you. But…” She sighed. “I’m glad you’re okay.” What exactly DID Gemma want here? Something in her couldn’t turn back away. Couldn’t take another step BACK toward that door. Could Geri see the emotion PARALYZING her frame? The screw turning loose in her frame of mind? “And do me a favor. If you see Jax out anywhere this week. Don’t fuck him.” Not that Geri would have ANY intention of doing so.

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Geri Spice Girls: Say You'll Be There (1996)

xdarnxskippyx asked: showtime. my muse showing off new lingerie to yours personally. - Geri showing off lingerie to Gemma, it can be for Gemma's sake or to get Gemma's opinion as a trusted friend (& Old Lady) for Geri to try to seduce either Jax (Sons time), Mel C (Maidenhead or Spice Girls), Katherine (if Gemma's visiting in DHW time) or Vic (Maidenhead or Spice Girls) - Gemma's drunk or getting high or something and gets jealous/calls her out for using her to get laid with some other slut / her own son.

What the Hell was this shit? “The Hell is this shit?” Nod toward Geri, furrowed brow, cigarette rolling between pinched thumb and finger. She took a drag and swilled her whiskey around the rocks at the bottom of her glass, taking a sip and letting the Jim Beam BURN. She was getting a little UNSTEADY truth be told. Probably for the best. When she’d shown up in Wisteria Lane -- UNANNOUNCED, she might add -- One thing she hadn’t expected to find was MADDIE MADISON trying to go STRAIGHT with another woman. …Phrasing. “Since when did YOU dress to impress?” Always. Technically. But typically Geri didn’t CARE. She just assumed she ALWAYS impressed by nature of dressing half-cocked. Eyes glanced over the red lingerie, lacy reddy, semi-sheer panties, matching crimson, with a lacy clasp around her freckled left thigh. LICK OF HER LIPS IN SPITE OF HERSELF.

“You’re serious, aren’t you? About this bitch? And you want ME to give you the GO AHEAD?” Brow raised. “To tell you, what? That you’re whorier than ever? That I would?” (She would, though.) “Lemme remind you, Maddie.” Name was TWISTED on her tongue, a reminder of where Geri had been, who she had been, mere months ago. “That this slut isn’t my son. And I gain NOTHING from helping you sleep with her. Not that you could even do THAT right.” Seriously, the entire POINT of Geri fucking Jax was to RUIN Jax & Tara’s relationship. She sighed, took another swig, another drag. “Who even is this bitch? What makes you think she can handle a slut like you?” Did Gemma even WANT to know? Her ego did. Her heart on the other hand… Well it was already DANGEROUSLY CLOSE to giving out.

xdarnxskippyx asked: Katherine walking in on Geri & Dylan either having sex or having a cuddle or smth idk drama yeah nom

WHAT. A. FUCKING. DAY. Things had been… TENSE… To say the least between Katherine and the girls. Truths, well, half-truths had come to light, unravelled by that BITCH Bree Van de Kamp. (As she still fancied herself, despite wearing another man’s name.) And Susan had been warned that if Katherine EVER saw so much as a single hair from Julie’s head within 50 feet of her daughter, she’d file for a RESTRAINING order. She and Lynette had only recently clashed over their GODAWFUL construction Lynette’s kids called a tree house and as for Gabbie? Well, admittedly she was far too consumed with her one woman pity party about her newly blinded husband to pay ANY attention to Katherine. Though she supposed she shouldn’t have been TOO MAD at Bree. She might have been one nosy-ass bitch, but if it wasn’t for her… Well… She’d still be living a lie with Adam, now… wouldn’t she…? DEEP SIGH. She REALLY needed a goddamn distraction in life. Too much was happening. Too much. Too fast. All at once. Wayne, Adam, Dylan, Bree, and then there was… Geri Halliwell.

Geri. RED. As Katherine had taken to calling her. Hadn’t been half as cutesy a nickname as Geri had MADE IT, but thus was Geri’s way of life. A way that had become INCREASINGLY pertinent, like a lifeline to Katherine’s quavering psyche. Was it youthful naivete? Or survivor’s instinct? Truth was the only difference between the two laid within that telling fault line between cynicism and realism. Door clicked, unlatched, opened and Katherine crossed the threshold into her own home. Something within her - CYNICISM. REALISM. …FEAR. Had her slamming the door closed behind it, pressing her body against it as she scrambled for the chain she’d added and the turn lock. Twist on her heels and she locked it herself one last time with the key before setting them down. Steps toward the cabinet, pawing at some red wine, pouring a drink and wasting NO TIME in swallowing half of it down before refilling. Quick glance outside, scanning for any sign of… HIM… Eyes closed, deep breath. She tried to tell herself it was over. That until she actually SAW HIM he DIDN’T EXIST.

“Dylan?!” Callout to her daughter. She’d been grounded and housebound ever since Katherine had found her and Julie SNOOPING in Dylan’s old bedroom. “Dylan. I’m home!” Roll of her eyes, bitter mumble. “Not like you care.” After everything she’d done, suffered, been through, in that girl’s name… IF ONLY SHE KNEW. Another sip of wine. And a lingering question: What now? She and Bree were in the process of planning their new catering company. But Bree was also still in the process of repairing her house. (And overhauling Susan’s.) She wasn’t… particularly USED to being alone… House was quiet. Adam worked long hours as a doctor but this was different. Like the stillness of a house unlived. An overarching ABSENCE of personal affectation. No remnants left behind. Hard swallow. Another sip. She hadn’t turned the lights on. She wouldn’t. The less people knew she was here, the BETTER. Especially if… Another glance outside before she sighed one last time, grabbed the glass and bottle, and headed upstairs.

She wasn’t ENTIRELY sure what had drawn her to Dylan’s room. Though she supposed she could hazard a guess. She just… needed to know she was HERE. SAFE. Not with… Head turned at the top of the stairs back to the door, pure paranoia. “Get a grip, Katherine… You’ll drive yourself crazy…” Oh, if only she knew. She dropped the bottle off on her nightstand before turning toward Dylan’s room, knocking on the door and calling out her name. “Dylan? I’m back from mine and Bree’s business meeting.” (And from her and Adam’s latest pow-wow. He wanted forgiveness. She couldn’t give any less.) “Dylan?” Fear crept in. Still no answer? “Dylan…?” Hand shook as she reached out, setting first the glass down on the ottoman nearby, free hand wrapping around a vase just in case, shaky hand pushed down the handle, unlatching the door, pushing it open. And as it did… Something in Katherine’s heart SANK in her chest. Eyes widening. Jaw dropping. “Geri!? Dylan!?” There. Snuggled up together beneath the sheets. “What the--” But how the Hell was she going to say ANYTHING without revealing to her daughter that Adam wasn’t the ONLY adulterer in this house. He was just the only one forced to LEAVE IT. “Dylan! You were expressly forbidden from having friends over right now! You were JUST in the--...” Papers… Not that Geri would understand. “And YOU. I KNEW you were trouble… Get up! Get out! Get out of my house!”

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 . ( a collection of prompts centered around ... well, smut. adjust phrasing — mature themes, obviously . )

| -> ( ... ) lightly spicy.

meet me in the bathroom in five minutes.

shhh, they'll hear you.

i'm serious - right here, right now.

i needed a distraction, and here you are.

keep reading, don't let me distract you.

can i touch you here ?

i have five minutes, let's make this quick.

you seem to know what you're doing.

oh, we've barely just started.

i won't break, don't be afraid.

can't we just sneak off ? no one will notice.

i'm getting under you to get over someone else. is that okay ?

did you start without me ?

[ in the shower / tub / pool ] are you gonna join me or not ?

you're the one who told me to let off some steam.

you have no idea how long i've wanted this.

looks like it's just us here ... privacy at last.

can we come up with a safe word before continuing ?

you're so beautiful, [ name ].

take these off.

you take them off for me.

wait ... won't they hear us ?

don't get sappy on me, it's just sex.

can we try something new tonight ?

i skipped underwear, just for you.

if you tear that, you're paying for it.

i've missed this so much.

you just want me to do all the work ... it's kinda hot.

you don't have to hide anything from me.

tell me you love me ... i won't hold you to it, just say it.

you know what i'm waiting for.

is this the [ piece / lingerie ] i picked out for you ?

feeling risky ?

your scars don't make me see you any differently.

take me to the sofa, i can't make it to the bed.

i want this. i want you.

i don't know how i ever lived without this. without you.

i could never share you with anyone else.

do you want to come in ? i was gonna take a shower ...

i want to forget. just help me forget.

is this okay ? [ ... ] tell me if that changes, alright ?

you can pretend i'm [ name ], if that helps.

let's make this last ... i want you to remember tonight.

this doesn't have to mean anything.

i want to hear you say it.

do you trust me with this ?

let me take care of you.

right here on the counter ? naughty ...

i want to paint that pretty neck plum with hickeys.

someone's feeling bold tonight.

don't worry, i'll buy you another one.

you turn me on so easily --

say please.

| -> ( ... ) xxxtra spicy.

you're doing so well for me , [ name ].

i thought i told you to [ wait / stay still ].

choke me . i promise i'll be fine .

i'm so fucking [ wet / hard ] for you.

fuck ... that's amazing , right there ...

i'm all yours ... fuck- all yours–

touch yourself for me.

can you come from just this ?

ah-- you're going to leave a mark.

do you want to taste yourself ?

please, [ name ] - i want to come.

do you have any idea how good you taste ?

you look so fucking good down there.

show me where it feels good, [ ... ] right there ?

faster ... fuck, i'm so close.

please, please, plea-

if you don't quiet down, everyone out there will know what we're doing.

say you're mine. shout it so everyone knows what we're doing in here.

don't stop, fuck, please don't stop-

i won't stop until you've come so hard your legs shake.

get on your knees for me, baby.

are you getting close ? i'm almost there–

fuck me like you hate me. pretend if you have to.

fuck me like you love me. pretend if you have to.

i love the sounds you make ... i can't get enough.

get yourself off ... i love watching you.

come for me. now.

grab your [ toy ], i'm about to rock your world.

please touch me. please, i'll do anything.

look how pretty you are when you're about to come.

we shouldn't ... ah, we shouldn't be doing this.

fuck, [ name ], i'm coming ... fuck-

tell me how badly you need [ it / me ].

you feel so fucking good.

please, i'm so close.

melamemea

secret relationship .

painful

“ it’s — getting a bit out of hand now. ”

“ i don’t think i can keep this up much longer. ”

“ i’m getting tired of hiding…”

“ it sucks that i can’t kiss you in public. ”

“ how much longer do i have to keep swallowing my desires for you. ”

“ are you sure we will — ? ”

“ do you think we’ll ever… be a couple-couple ? ”

“ sometimes i’m just scared that you’re just using me. ”

“ it’s starting to dawn on me that… the reason you might not want to come out about this is because you don’t really love me—”

“ is this a joke to you?”

“ i deleted all our texts. ”

“ i can’t keep pictures of us on my phone, are you crazy? ”

“ if anyone sees us i won’t know what to do. ”

“ sometimes it feels like i am the only one doing an effort here… ”

provoked

“ aren’t we suppose to be a thing ? why are you flirting then ?”

“ sometimes it feels like i am the only one doing an effort here —”

“ you sure seem to be good at ignoring the fact that we’re together. ”

“ okay no — i can’t handle the way they keep staring at you. ”

“ if they don’t stop hitting you up i’ll end up hitting them down. ”

“ don’t you see any pride in the marks i left on you ? ”

“ is this a joke to you — ?!”

“ stop that — we’re in public. ”

“ no, not until we get home. ”

“ you know i can’t do this out here — stop it!”

“ could TRY to show that you’re a little worried about this ???”

steamy

“ d—-don’t make me moan, i don’t want anyone to catch us… ”

“ everyone is downstairs… ~ take your pants off ”

“ shhh…. ~ it’ll be fine baby, no one will hear us ”

“ so what ? ~ if they see us coming out together we’ll figure something out…”

“ i’m gonna leave so many hickeys on you… show everyone that you’re taken… ”

“ i missed your scent…”

“ it feels so good — being close to again… ”

“ i’ve been thinking — about this the entire day… ”

“ ~ sit back and let me spoil you… you went an entire day without touching me… ”

“ kiss me… and don’t let me go ”

“ you’re like a forbidden fruit when i can’t touch you ~ kind of sexy ”

innocent

“ i can’t wait to show you off to the entire world… ”

“ we’ll be the cutest couple in existence, someday ”

“ when we come out i’m going to drown you kisses every day ”

“ ~ if we carve our initials in a tree no one will know ”

“ no one will notice if we hold hands under the table ~ ”

“ one day… we’ll be able to kiss like everyone else ”

“ i long for the day i get to hug you in the open ”

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This was it. This was EVERYTHING. After nearly a YEAR of pushing. After Maidenhead. Bouncing between flats. Fighting with Vic at the Brits. After Chic Murphy. After Gemma Fucking Teller Fucking Morrow. They had FINALLY made it. Heart was POUNDING, static ran over her skin, goosebumps and warm butterflies. Pride welled up in her chest, puffing it out further than usual, head held higher than ever. A big fuck off grin PLASTERED irremovably across her face. THEY. HAD. FUCKING. MADE IT. The deal was penned in ink, with the crossed i’s and dotted t’s--... Ermm… crossed t’s and dotted i’s… and all that jazz. IT WAS OFFICIAL. Spice Fever was HERE.

An arm SLUNG ITSELF over Geri’s shoulder, body draping against the back of her neck, pulling her close like they're scrimming in a boy’s locker. “Howayyyyyy!! Let’s fuckin’ PARTY.” That WAS the plan. Simon had it ALL planned out. Was this their premier? Their DEBUT? Technically, yes. A private little concert to put their names on the map and get the radio’s attention. All done in the blink of an eye. What had taken Heart Management MONTHS to scrape together, Simon had done OVERNIGHT. And this wasn’t just some shitty little sit down and parlay at their studio. NO. This was a rented out ballroom, catering, musical acts, THE WORKS. They weren’t performing for the eyes of PRODUCERS this time. They were performing for the eyes of ENTERTAINMENT GIANTS. Capital, Radio 1, the BBC, ITV, MTV, GMTV, Talk Shows, Journalists. THIS was them putting THEIR NAMES on the MAP.

NOTHING. COULD EVER. GO. WRONG.

…

Katherine Mayfair took a sigh, eyes fluttering, an at peace smile slipping across her lips. It was a worrying sign for her present relationship that she was HAPPIER at work. AWAY from Joanne. It was a worrying sign for Katherine’s MENTAL HEALTH that she was beginning to HYPERFIXATE on work all over again. That was her thing. What she did. When she was sad. Lonely. Empty inside. She filled it with WORK. ACCOMPLISHMENTS. But therein lay the problem. She wasn’t SUPPOSED to be sad. Wasn’t SUPPOSED to be lonely. Wasn’t SUPPOSED to be empty inside. She’d just opened a branch in New York FOR GOD’S SAKE. She’d just gotten ENGAGED. She’d just bought herself a lovely little manor in London’s West End. Life was on the UP. …So why was she feeling so goddamn DOWN.

Didn’t matter. It didn’t matter. None of that mattered. Because she’d just scored a BIG contract. One of the biggest wigs in the UK entertainment industry had just paid her UP FRONT - CASH IN HAND. To cater for a massive forum evening featuring every network connection that she could ever DREAM of making if she planned on branching out to England. Which she very much DID. Pastry foods were one of Britain’s biggest markets. And there was a massive hole in that market for mass catering. Katherine had EVERY intention of filling that hole. …And using that fulfillment to fill the hole in her freshly engaged heart. …Better than questioning why she’d put her hat back in the ring. Her skin back in the game. She’d really thought her lovebombing days were BEHIND her. And then… Then once she’d opened up in New York… That emptiness had CREPT IN. She’d accomplished everything she’d ever wanted and didn’t know what to do next. That’s when she’d met Joanne. And… And… God, she was a mess. Her fling with Joanne had been fading even back when she’d said yes. She’d hoped it would FILL the hole. And now she hoped this new venture would fill the hole, too. And maybe then she’d FINALLY be HAPPY.

DEEP BREATH. It was time to put on a happy face. She had people to meet. Food to cater and--... “Holy shi--...” Ruby lips dropped inches apart. Delicate throat swallowed something hard and difficult to digest. Something in her chest ached and skipped, plummeting into her stomach. She wasn’t aware of her legs CARRYING HER across the room until she found herself standing right in front of her. …And she was opening her mouth and saying… “Hey… Geri… What the Hell are you doing here…?”

Melanie C instantly felt the shift in the atmosphere. The same shift she’d felt when Gemma had shown up unannounced back at Maidenhead. She stepped forward.

“Better question: Who the Hell’re you?”