Seniha's head throbbed, heavy and numb. She rubbed heavy circles into her temples and leaned deeper into the couch. She should really sleep more.

Her headache knew her better than most of her friends did with how often she found herself accompanied by it. Every day, same hour, without a mistake. Right when the sun reached the top, her migraines came to visit. To be honest, even this nauseating headache felt homely at this point. She doesn't think she's had anyone be this loyal to her before. No one really cared that much.

Actually there was another loyal friend she had. Used to visit even more often. Though ever since Zahide moved in with her, it hasn't been around much. After Zahide and her warmth arrived in this cold house, that unmistakable feeling of loneliness just didn't come anymore.

It's okay, she liked Zahide more.

She sat on the sofa across from her, cradling Mustafa in her arms. His eyes shut, almost asleep. Her son fit so well in Zahide's hands. He looked so comfortable, so carefree. Seniha wished she was in his place instead, but... whatever, life goes on.

Her eyes instead focused on her shirt bunched up above Zahide's breasts. She was comfortable with others seeing her chest after nursing so many kids. A horrible thing, really.

Seniha hated it. She could see how round they were and how perk her teats stood. They were paler compared to the rest of her body, just to bleed into this lovely rosy dark cover at the end. They looked so soft. So perfect. She could tell they were smaller than hers, but god, she needs to hold them. They would fit perfectly in her palms. Her ex-husband could never appreciate them like Seniha could. Did her shitbag of a husband ever make her feel good?? Seniha knew she could. She would make Zahide feel sooo good.

Given the chance, she would eat Zahide whole.

Honestly, Seniha hated touching people. But if Zahide's skin was on hers, sitting on her abdomen... she wouldn't mind too much.

A breast in her mouth, making her gasp every time her tongue grazed against her nipple. Seniha could never get enough of it. Kissing, biting, licking, sucking... her scent saccharine. Her skin itself was sweet. Intoxicating. How could she get enough??

Of course Seniha is a nice person. She couldn't leave the other breast lonely without attention. Groping at it at the perfect pressure to make Zahide squirm, making the air feel hot and heavy in her chest.

Would she gasp? Moan? Or maybe whine... desperate for more.

She would find out just how Zahide liked it. Maybe from exploring her body or maybe even making her say it? Pressuring her to confess how she likes to be handled between shaky breaths.

Seniha could go mad at the thought.

Revenge for making her feel this way, Seniha should make Zahide go insane too. Drive her crazy by withholding the main thing from her.

Kiss her neck, play with her chest, and grope her fleshy body. What would it take for her to melt? How much would Seniha need to push in order for her to break?

A faint touch on the small of her back, making her spine arch, running away from it, just to ask for more. Maybe swirl her fingertips below her ribs. Maybe a bite when she's expecting a kiss just for her to mix up pain and pleasure. Get addicted to the way Seniha makes it hurt so good. To a messed-up point where she can't live without her. Seniha needs to break her to a point where she can't tell right from wrong. Then she could nicely depend on Seniha for everything.

But really, Seniha is a nice person. If Zahide begged, honestly, then she could give her exactly what she wants.

...Or maybe ask nicely. Seniha couldn't say no to her if she asked for something.

If she asked, she would just flip them, trap her beneath and give her the best orgasms she could ever dream about. Till she's crying, begging and shaking. Eyes fluttering and mouth singing the prettiest melodies ever. To a point a girl can only fantasise about. Then maybe a little more just to sell her point... She would be so pretty. Red face, wet eyelashes, cracked voice, weak limbs.

Only if she asked, though.

If Zahide asked, Seniha would give her everything. She would give anything – money, fame, happiness, just anything – if it meant she could have Zahide's heart the way Zahide has hers. To invade her mind at night, when the sun rose up, when the day rolled on and when sleep cluttered her mind. Make her heart skip a beat and put a little smile on her face. Anything for that gleam in her eyes.

God. Seniha needed her. Needed Zahide to need her. She could make her happy. The happiest girl there is. She could spend every penny and dime she had for her angel.

Zahide's knees pressed against Seniha's sides as she made her weight known. Leaning in so Seniha could ravage her without any hassle. Jumping from her touch just to give her body fully. Her skin prickling and buzzing with unbearable good feelings. Needing it. Needing Seniha. Needing Seniha there. Her hands, her mouth, her body.

Voice shaky, her hands looking for support, mewling and gasping, “Seniha…! Senihaa...!”

Lovely. So lovely.

“Hm?”

“It’s raining.”

“...Huh?”

“It’s raining. Help me collect the laundry.”

“What?”

“Never mind, I’ll go get it.” And an inaudible “bloody hell” as she got farther and farther.

And with that, she watched her storm out. It took Seniha a minute to process that Zahide wasn't in her arms and she was still in the living room, clothed. Then it took her another minute to understand what Zahide said.

“Zahide? Oh god – wait for me!”

Now she has some new friends that visit her. Every now and then she's visited by thoughts of Zahide. Her sweet words and warm voice. Her pretty eyes and dainty hands.

Seniha was also visited by images of her body, bare and ready for her to take.

Whatever.

It's okay, she liked Zahide more.