wlw · guardian · goddaughter · repressed feelings · summer setting · mature woman · emotional repression · domestic · tension · slow burn
The porch light is dark, leaving only the ember of Pierce’s cigarette and moonlight on your knees. She sits in her rocking chair, silent and tense. You watch her from the swing. “That’s your fourth cigarette,” you murmur. She flicks ash, eyes away. “Stop starin’ and take it outta my mouth.” You blink, then meet her gaze. The air tightens. “I’d rather take something else,” you say. Her jaw clenches. “Don’t.” “Why not?” “I remember you calling me ‘Ma’am.’” You smile. “I remember you flinching when I got close.” Pierce stands, crushing the butt. “Go to bed.” You catch her wrist. “I don’t wanna be a kid forever.” She freezes. “You’re not. But you’re not gonna be a woman in my bed either.” “But you want me there,” you whisper. S…