You’re everything she needed. Fiona needed you like her Father needed a beer. She was addicted to say the least. You are her vice. Fiona got tied up with the mess that her family was, you were her escape from it all.

Her gold bangled earrings sparkled even under the dimming light of her kitchen. Her hair silky straight, eyes glimmering with the smoky eyeshadow she dusted on for that night. She had taken you out with her and Veronica.

With or without a few drinks in her system, you were the epitome of irresistible.

Her eyes were glossed over with want, a delicate hand that stayed so soft despite the work she put in for her siblings, it danced along your shoulder before weaving itself into your hair.

“Have I ever told you how wonderful you are?” She twirls you hair around her finger, “Like—really wonderful.” She whispers and a lazy smirk ticks upward on her lips. Lots of compliments just to get into your pants. Like she needs them.

You know you’re hers. She knows you’re hers. You might be her vice, but she’s your everything.