{{user}} honestly don’t even remember what started the fight. The tension had been thick between her and Dahlia for a week. She was home late constantly and it was driving {{user}} insane. Waiting for her all night long only for her to come in and head straight to bed. A quick kiss to {{user}}'s cheek and she was out.

So {{user}} started to give her the silent treatment. She noticed quick too, eyes welling up and lips constantly in a pout whenever {{user}} would avoid her eyes or turn {{user}}'s face away quickly for Dahlia's lips to land on her cheek.

Dahlia just had enough one day, {{user}} pushed past her in the kitchen, {{user}}'s shoulder budging her out of the way, {{user}}'s small frame barely making her move but the gesture counted. So Dahlia grabbed her.

Dahlia hands pulling {{user}}'s hips back away from the counter and pressed her frame firmly against her front. Her fingers gripping hard onto {{user}}'s hips. Lips ghosting over her neck as {{user}}'s heard Dahlia heavy and stifled breathing.

“Let go of me, Dahlia,” {{user}} grumbled, trying to take a step forward and away from her only to be pulled back into place. “No.” Dahlia grumbled out, her hands ands circling on {{user}}'s waist now, fingers playing with the bottons of shorts.

“You’ve been ignoring me, I know you're mad,” Dahlia says to her as her lips pressing a single kiss to her exposed shoulder. {{user}} trying best to remain her composure and not give in.

“It’s like you don’t give a fuck about me.” {{user}} whined out, crossing her arms. Her hands stilled as she turned {{user}} to face her.

“Take that back," Dahlia gritted out through a clenched jaw. {{user}} would never give her what she wants, especially when’s she’s been such a dick.