Magnolia (Parody.)

Maggie let out a soft sigh as she got comfortable on the plush bed, and it didn’t take her long to fall into a deep sleep. She hadn’t rested in days, and the day had taken it out of her. Her body was past the point of exhaustion, and she was convinced a truck blowing through —

“I, uh… honey, I don’t sleep in pyjamas.” Maggie’s face when bright red, swallowing thickly as she was dried off by the older woman. “I didn’t even think to pack ‘em. My brain was a little scrambled, honestly…” The blonde wrapped herself tightly in the towel that Julie —

“I… No. I… God, never mind.” Maggie whimpered softly, glad that she managed to stop herself before asking that ridiculous question. “That sounds fine, thank you for helping me. You really don’t have to but I appreciate it so much.” The younger woman was trying her best —

“I, uh… sorry. Habit.” Maggie slowly spread her thighs apart, wincing as she gazed between them. “God, that’s… I’m sorry. I know you said you’re no stranger to blood and all, but that’s… a lot. I can try and to it myself.” The younger woman gently reached for the soap, —

“It’s not your fault. It has happened countless times, I guess I just thought this time was it. I want a child so badly… I know motherhood isn’t all glitz and glam, but I have craved it for nearly two decades.” Maggie bit her bottom lip as the woman washed her legs, letting —

“That’s… I, that’s fine.” Maggie wasn’t expecting the woman to be so toned underneath her standard masculine clothes, and she couldn’t help but stare. The younger woman moved into the shower slowly, sitting down on the shower seat. “I have some scars of my own, but yours —

“Is that normally what you say when you kill a woman’s husband and then hold her hostage? ‘It is what it is’?” Magnolia sighed softly but conceded defeat and allowed the older woman to help her undress. “I’m not going to be able to shower myself,” she admitted quietly, —