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Cady’s sitting at her desk, looking through her list of assignments, when she hears it. She groans and drags her hands down her face.

“Please, no.”

It’s like clockwork. Every. Single. Friday. Regina brings over a girl and has the loudest, most obnoxious sex. It goes on far too long, and it drives Cady up a fucking wall.

Right now, she can only hear the bed hitting the wall. That’s fine, Cady can live with hearing Regina’s expensive custom headboard banging against their shared wall. So she goes back to the assignments and chooses a random one to start.

Cady manages to download the document before the moaning starts, and then she wants to stick a pencil in her eye.

“Why? Somebody please explain why.”

She picks up her headphones and puts them on, turning on the noise cancellation feature. She would never buy herself something like this, but she complained to Regina one time—one time—and all of a sudden there’s a brand new pair of expensive noise-cancelling headphones sitting on Cady’s bed.

Regina got her a gift and simply wouldn’t admit that she did it. Cady accepted it for what it was and tried not to complain too much about the noise, especially because Regina had given her a solution.

Cady gets back to work without a problem and only takes the headphones off when Regina appears next to her. She jumps in her seat and pulls her headphones off. She waits for Regina to say something.

“Just wanted to let you know she’s gone,” Regina says. “You can continue your nerd shit in peace.”

“Thanks, Regina,” Cady grumbles.

She watches Regina walk away and mumbles, “It would be better if you just didn’t have sex loud as hell.”

Cady wakes up in a daze, her fever still going strong. Strong enough for her to genuinely believe that she’s making shit up. That she’s straight up hearing things that are not happening, but alas, it is that time of the week.

“Ughhh,” Cady groans.

She hears the incredibly high-pitched moan coming through her far wall. There’s no banging this time, just nonstop fucking moaning.

“Please, there’s no way she’s that good,” Cady groans, shoving her face into a pillow. “I have a fever. I’m fucking sick, and she’s inviting people over to fuck.”

She takes her head out of the pillow to grab her headphones. Cady paws around on her nightstand until she figures out they’re not on the stand. She turns around and looks at her desk, seeing the faint shadow.

“Fuck!”

Cady opts for shoving the pillow over her ears instead. Her fever is bad enough that she falls back asleep, her body exhausted from trying to fight this illness.

She wakes up a little bit later to a sliver of light coming in through her door.

“Cady?”

Cady barely makes a noise of confirmation, which makes Regina walk fully into the room. Regina pulls the pillow off Cady’s head and looks down at her.

“Where are your headphones?”

She weakly points at the desk, and Regina sighs.

“You’re supposed to wear them, dummy.”

“I’m sic–” Cady starts, and then is interrupted by a coughing fit.

Regina grabs the water bottle off the nightstand and sits beside Cady to help her sit up. Regina helps Cady carefully take a sip from the bottle before disappearing for a minute. She returns later with a bowl of soup and a spoon.

She helps Cady eat slowly and sets the bowl down when it’s all gone. Regina grabs the headphones from the desk and sets them on Cady’s nightstand.

Regina takes the bowl and leaves the room without another word. Cady stares at the door, wondering what the reason for the brief break in Regina’s cold exterior was. She doesn’t have much time to think about it before she falls back asleep. And if she returns the favor a few days later when Regina is sick in bed, well, that’s for her to know.

“When I finish this, I’m done until Monday,” Cady whispers. “I can take a break.”

She’s one problem away from being done for a couple of days. The end is near, she can see it, taste it, hear it. Hear the sudden moaning coming through her wall.

Cady lifts her head to turn and stare at the wall as the moaning increases in volume.

“The timing is truly impeccable. She could not do that better if she tried.”

She reaches for her headphones and turns them on. She watches the light turn on, then shut off.

“No no no.”

Cady starts pleading over and over again. She didn’t know they needed to be charged! Why the fuck would that need to happen? They’re $700 headphones.

She shoves them aside and digs for the box in her desk. She pulls it out, and there it is—the fucking charging cord still sitting in the box.

“Fuck me.”

Terrible timing for that phrase because all of a sudden words are coming through the wall of a repeated ‘fuck me’.

Cady wants to punch a hole in the wall. There is quite possibly no way on this planet that Regina can manage to please this many women with this much ease.

She tries to focus back on her work, but it’s nearly impossible. The noise is distracting, and then it gets Cady thinking. It always sounds different. She’s been assuming that Regina isn’t the one making the noise because it’s always a different voice.

And then Cady gets to thinking what Regina sounds like. Maybe not the best way to be spending her time, but she’s curious. So curious that when it all stops, she’s unaware of it until Regina is knocking on her door and walking in.

“Where are your headphones?”

Cady blushes and points to where they’re charging. “I didn’t realize they would need to be charged.”

Regina smirks and sets her hands on Cady’s shoulders. “So you were listening the whole time?”

“I wasn’t actively listening, I was trying to tune it out.”

Regina leans down next to her ear. “Oh, I’m sure. Next time, you could always just…not put them on and choose to actively listen.”

She leaves the room, leaving Cady absolutely reeling in her seat with no idea how to deal with that.

“She’s just fucking with me, she’s just being Regina.”

It’s quiet. Suscipiously quiet.

Cady checks the calendar and sees that it is indeed a Friday night. And it’s quiet, for the first time in like two months.

“Weird.”

Cady walks out of her room and knocks on Regina’s door. Regina swings the door open in a baggy t-shirt, her face a little pink. Cady gets distracted by the pink, only to be distracted by her bare thighs.

“Cady, what?”

Cady jerks her head up to look at Regina. “It’s quiet.”

Regian smirks and leans against the door frame. “Yeah, I’m flying solo.”

“Hmm,” Cady replies, thinking about what Regina said last time.

“Unless you wanna join me,” Regina teases, dragging a finger over the buttons of Cady’s flannel.

Cady flushes and shakes her head.

Regina shrugs. “Your loss. Watch your fingers.”

Cady pulls her hands away as Regina shuts the door. She heads back to her room and assumes that she isn’t going to hear anything tonight. And she seems right for an hour or so, and then she starts hearing little whimpers.

The kind that gets muffled in pillows or behind hands. She doesn’t think much of it because she can barely hear it, but then there’s a louder moan that breaks through.

Cady's face flushes, and she instinctively reaches for her headphones. Something stops her, though, and she just kind of sits there, staring at their shared wall, listening. Cady tries to stop listening by going back to her work, but she’s hearing Regina.

For the first time, Cady is hearing Regina moan and whimper. And she kind of likes it? Er, no. She is definitely not enjoying listening to Regina touch herself through the wall. That would be inappropriate, and she definitely should put her headphones on.

Except she doesn’t.

Instead, and this may be regrettable, she moves closer to their shared wall. Listening more intently for each sound, no matter how soft or loud. And then they all stop, and Cady feels a chill roll down her spine.

“I did not just do that.”

Cady doesn’t think about last Friday. Regina didn’t come into her room afterward, and Cady didn’t seek her out, so it’s basically like it didn’t happen. And it’s not like Regina would know what Cady did.

Cady hums as she cleans up some of the stuff in her room. Not that much work this week because midterms are coming up, which isn’t necessarily better or worse for Cady, just a thing.

She tunes out a lot of the world around her until she hears the headboard hitting the wall. She groans and starts searching for her headphones.

Cady is turning on her headphones when she hears a quiet moan. It’s quickly followed by a smack and a harsh whisper.

“Quiet.”

Cady flushes; she can only imagine what she just heard.

“I thought you said–”

“I know what I said,” Regina hisses. “She has midterms, so shut up.”

That’s as much as Cady hears before she puts her headphones on. Although she doesn’t have to turn the noise cancellation up, she barely hears the headboard hitting the wall.

She manages to get everything she wanted to do and flops down in bed. Cady leaves her headphones on until Regina comes walking into the room.

“I hope you could still study.”

Regina doesn’t say anything else and just leaves the room. Cady shakes her head.

“Being so weird.”

Cady’s lying in bed on her phone when Regina walks into her room. Cady scrunches her face together—she didn’t even hear anything. It’s too early for them to go through their normal Friday routine. But here Regina is, sitting at the end of her bed.

Cady looks at her and says, “Hey.”

“Hey,” Regina awkwardly replies.

Cady slowly nods and goes back to her phone. Regina clears her throat, prompting Cady to look at her again.

“I was wondering if you were doing anything to celebrate your midterms.”

Cady shakes her head with a smile. “Nope.”

Regina nods once. “Okay.”

“Okay.”

Cady thinks that Regina will leave now, but she stays for another second and then stands.

“I just wanted to tell you that I’m flying solo again,” Regina says.

Cady fights the blush trying to spread across her cheeks. “You don’t need to tell me these things.”

Regina smirks. “Totally, but I figured you might use it as a way to…celebrate.”

“I’m not gonna invade your personal life like that again,” Cady says without thinking.

“Again?” Regina asks.

Cady freezes. “Not again, I just meant–I mean, just…I–”

“So you did listen!” Regina states. “Good to know. I’ll keep that in mind for later.”

She walks out of the room and shuts the door with a wink. Cady turns and buries her face in a pillow.

“Kill me now,” she mumbles.

Cady wishes for death in that moment until she hears whimpers coming through her walls. Then her head pops up, and she looks over her shoulder at the wall. She listens for a split second and then covers her ears.

“No, I will not be tempted.”

She gets up to grab her headphones from her desk and turns them on. She goes to put them on when she hears something else.

“Cady~”

Cady freezes. Every single muscle is frozen in place. There is simply no way she just heard what she thinks she did. She shakes her head when everything that follows is just quiet moans.

“I’m going crazy, it’s official.”

She tries to put her headphones on for a second time when she hears her name much fucking clearer through the wall. Cady sets her headphones back down on the desk and walks towards the wall.

Everything is so much louder, and suddenly it feels like Regina is in the room with her, and it's a million times hotter. She drops to her knees in front of the wall, pressing her ear against it. (This could be regrettable)

Every whimper and moan swirls around Cady’s head the longer she listens. It’s making her face flush, and her mouth goes dry. It’s like her own personal porn, well, audio porn—sound only. Which is almost worse because she’s imagining all the things that Regina could be doing.

She can feel wetness start to spread between her legs and knows she should stop. But it’s like Regina is leaving an open invitation for her. Telling her to celebrate by listening to Regina touch herself. Not only that, but moan her name through the fucking wall too.

Cady starts breathing a little more harshly as she presses harder against the wall. Regina’s moans start turning into whines, and Cady’s fingers start twitching against her leg.

“I shouldn’t,” she whispers. “It would be wrong.”

Her moral compass stops her from shoving her hand down her pants for about three more seconds. And then she hears her name again and is untying her sweatpants with swiftness. She doesn’t even get up to lock the door because, well, Regina is already preoccupied; it’s not like she’s going to interrupt her.

Cady shoves her hand past the band of her sweatpants, then her underwear, until she feels liquid heat.

She bites her lip to muffle the whine threatening to escape at the first pass of her fingers through her folds. Cady’s fingers become drenched without an effort, and she lightly starts circling her clit. Her hips buck into her hand, and she starts wishing there was a second person here to keep her hips from moving.

Cady’s brain immediately supplies her with Regina and what it would feel like to have her hands around her waist, forcing her to stay still while she touches her. The thought alone makes Cady start rubbing harder.

She starts quietly whining in time with Regina, building herself up alongside her. She presses her forehead against the wall, panting.

“Mm, fuck,” Cady whispers.

All she can think about is Regina. Regina’s stupid smirk, her cocky attitude, the way she walks into every room of their apartment as if she owns it.

Regina.

Regina.

Regina.

“What are you doing?”

Cady’s spine goes pin straight, and she snatches her hand from between her legs like it’s on fire. Why did she even get in here? Cady could swear she was listening to her literally mere moments ago. Maybe it’s been quiet for longer than she thinks.

“Uh, uh…”

Intelligent. 4.0 in college, and the best Cady has is uh.

Her forehead is still pressed against the wall. Her face is flushing as red as it possibly can be, and she’s praying to a God that she doens’t believe in that Regina will leave.

Instead, her legit nightmare (dream) comes true.

“Were you enjoying the show?” Regina asks.

She sounds closer now. Cady can imagine Regina standing behind her with a smug look on her face. How infuriatingly hot.

Cady still has no response. She’s simply planning on moving out as quickly as possible and avoiding Regina in every single social situation for the rest of her life.

Cady takes a breath, preparing to say something when she feels Regina’s hands around her waist and her breath fanning across her neck.

“You know, I invited you to listen,” Regina whispers. “You don’t have to be shy now. You certainly weren’t when you were whining through the wall.”

It makes goosebumps break across Cady’s neck and shoulders, shivering in Regina’s hands. She didn’t know Regina could hear her. She feels Regina’s hand start creeping down her arm, heading toward the evidence of what she was doing.

Cady tries to pull her hand away as Regina gets closer, but Regina grabs her wrist. Cady tries only once to break free of Regina’s grip. It’s utterly useless.

Regina brings Cady’s hand up to her lips and flicks her tongue across the tip of her fingers. She hums and takes her fingers fully into her mouth.

Cady can feel her pulse between her legs as Regina swirls her tongue around her fingers. She stifles the moan into a muffled whimper. She’s a fucking wreck.

Regina pops Cady’s fingers out of her mouth, nipping at the tips. She huffs out a breath right next to Cady’s ear.

“Maybe next time,” she murmurs. “You can come into my room and watch, and not just force me to listen to you moan through the wall.”

And then she’s gone. Cady feels the lingering heat on her back, her waist, where Regina was grabbing her. She sags forward, looking at the hand that was just in Regina’s mouth. She stands on shaky legs and flips the lock on her door.

She will finish the job even if it requires her shoving her face in a pillow to do so.

Cady likes to call last Friday the Friday of regret. She regrets listening to Regina. She regrets letting her lick her wetness off her fingers. She regrets moving in with Regina.

A Friday of regrets.

She’s typing away on her laptop when Regina wanders into the room. She refuses to acknowledge her presence for even a second. She’s trying to regain her dignity after touching herself while listening to Regina.

She can’t ignore Regina for long because Regina is shutting her laptop and purposely pulling her attention. So Cady gives in with the hope that it will make Regina go away faster.

“It’s Friday,” Regina says, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Cady fights the blush, knowing she’s losing that battle. “Yes, Friday.”

Regina smirks at the ever-growing blush on Cady’s face and leans her hip against Cady’s desk. “I was thinking we could watch a movie together.”

“No,” Cady quickly says.

“No?” Regina asks, fighting her laugh.

She knows Cady has been a little weird since last week, but Regina basically told her to listen. She just didn’t think she would catch Cady when she stopped. It was the perfect opportunity to mess with her, though, and fuck, if Cady didn’t taste good enough to eat.

“No,” Cady confirms. “I think it would be best if I stay here and you go there.”

Regina does laugh this time, just for a moment before she pulls it together. “Alright, well, I won’t come back tonight.”

Cady blushes even more and turns away from Regina. “Goodbye, Regina.”

“Bye, Cady,” Regina says, shutting the door.

Cady sighs and drops her head to her desk. She already knows she is not going to be focused on anything for the foreseeable future. She closes her laptop and stands. She takes a step toward the bed and then stops.

“Wait, headphones.”

She stopped wearing the headphones, and that’s when these problems started. The problem in question is her sudden attraction to Regina, which is not sudden and has, in fact, been present since they first met when they moved in together.

Cady brings the headphones with her to bed and lies down. They sit off to the side for now, but she will put them on if Regina starts her Friday routine.

It stays suspiciously quiet, though. Not a peep from Regina’s room. It goes on like this for a couple of hours, and then Cady is officially freaked out by the quiet.

“Why is she so quiet?” Cady mumbles.

She gets up from her bed and walks to Regina’s room. She knocks on the door and patiently waits. Regina pulls it open with a smirk.

“I was wondering how long it was gonna take.”

“It’s just quiet,” Cady mumbles.

Regina hums. “Good observation. Would you like me to be making some sort of noise?”

Cady blushes and looks away. “No…I guess.”

“You guess?” Regina teases.

Cady turns to walk away. She doesn’t need to take the subtle bullying from Regina.

“Wait, wait, Cady,” Regina says, grabbing her wrist. “Come watch a movie with me.”

Cady turns back around. “We’re just gonna watch a movie?”

Regina smiles. “Course, what else would we do?”

“Nothing!” Cady quickly says.

Regina laughs, making Cady blush, and tugs her into her room. She leaves the door open to make Cady more comfortable, even if they’re the only ones that live here.

She turns on her TV and chooses a movie. Regina’s barely paying attention. She’s more interested in the way Cady is looking at her bed and the distant look in her eye.

Regina flops onto the bed and pats the spot next to her. Cady slowly moves to sit down on the bed, her back against the headboard.

All she can think about is the headboard hitting the wall. The moaning happens here. Right here. This is the scene of the crime.

Cady gasps in realization and shoots up.

Regina touches herself here.

“Cady, what? Are you okay?”

Cady blushes as she realizes her mistake. She nods jerkily and sits back down. As the movie runs, Cady becomes more and more comfortable, eventually lying down with her head on Regina’s pillows.

She slowly starts dozing off, and that’s when Regina slides down to tug her against her chest. Cady tries to fight it, but Regina shushes her, and Cady really doesn’t have anything in her to go against Regina. So she falls asleep against Regina.

Regina watches Cady for a minute and smiles. It quickly morphs into a smirk when she hears Cady whimpering in her sleep. She brushes Cady’s hair out of her face to see it scrunch up, then relax.

Cady’s fingers grip the bottom of Regina’s shirt, and Regina tugs her closer. Regina doesn’t move her anymore and just leaves her be. Let her whimper and dream in peace.

It’s not until Cady manages to perfectly fit Regina’s leg between her own that Regina thinks to stop it. She’s about to wake Cady up when she starts rolling her hips against her thigh, and it stops her in her tracks.

“Fuck me,” Regina whispers. “What do I do?”

She can feel Cady start panting against her chest, and that’s the deciding factor to wake her up.

“Cady…Cady.”

It takes a minute, but Cady eventually starts waking up and bolts upright. Her face is flushed, and she’s breathing heavy.

“Cady–”

“I gotta go.”

Cady runs out of the room and slams her door shut. She flips the lock and slides down to the floor.

“You had a sex dream about her in her bed. With her,” Cady whispers. “What is your problem?”

She can feel her pulse between her legs, the wetness spreading as she presses her legs together.

“Fuck me.”

Cady groans and shoves a hand into her pants. She unceremoniously pushes two fingers inside herself. She bites the edge of her sweatshirt to muffle the whine and starts slowly fucking herself.

Her head fills with recent images of Regina. The sounds of her fucking herself through the wall. Even the way it feels to lie up against her. How it would feel to lie under her while she fucks her.

Cady starts going faster, her thighs starting to shake. And then there’s a knock.

“Cady?”

Cady momentarily freezes, doesn’t respond, and then slowly starts again. She assumes Regina walked away, but then she’s talking again.

“Cady, it’s not a big deal. Totally normal. And I basically fed into them…”

Regina goes on and on, every word swirls around Cady’s head, even if it isn’t sexual. She’s fucking herself without hesitation again. She’s reaching the edge so quickly, and she doesn’t want to stop.

“What am I even doing? She’s probably in the shower fucking herself.”

Cady’s breath hitches, and she feels how the words push her closer to the edge.

“Fuck, that’s hot. Okay, walk away, Regina. Too much.”

Cady presses her other hand against her mouth as her back arches. Her walls rhythmically clench around her fingers as her eyes roll back into her head. Her hips jerk once, and she’s coming around her fingers to the thought of Regina.

She whimpers as she comes down, slowing her fingers. She catches her breath and opens her eyes.

“Fuck.”

It’s a week later, and Cady is ignoring any and all feelings related to Regina George. So many things have happened in the past couple of weeks, and she refuses to acknowledge any of them.

Except that Cady is forced to confront them with the moaning through the wall.

“Oh, what the hell.”

She reaches for headphones, but stops herself when she hears her fucking name. Again. Regina is moaning her name through the wall again.

Cady freezes and stares at the wall.

“I’m already horny,” she hisses. “This is not helping.”

It’s not like Regina hears it or stops what she’s doing. Especially if the way she moans her name starts getting louder. Cady slams her laptop shut and stands up.

“I can’t do it anymore!”

She yanks open her bedroom door and goes to Regina’s. She hears Regina moaning through the door and pauses. Cady shakes her head to focus and knocks on the door.

She hears some clattering and a muttered ‘Oh, fuck’ and then the door is open.

“Cady,” Regina says, a little breathless in an oversized shirt that goes to mid-thigh.

“Does it have to be my name?” Cady hisses.

Regina smirks and leans against the doorframe. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“My name,” Cady snaps. “You lie in your bed, fucking yourself, and moan my name. I can hear it through the wall.”

“Do you wanna hear it without the wall?”

“I want you–what?”

Regina opens her door a little wider, inviting Cady in. “Do you wanna hear it without something in the way?”

Cady looks at the open door and back at Regina. Regina raises an eyebrow and motions with her head to get in the room. Cady takes a step forward and then another, then another, until she’s standing in the middle of the room.

She hears the door click shut and turns her head. Regina smirks and walks over to her.

“Why don’t you sit here?” Regina says, pulling her desk chair out to face the bed.

Cady quietly nods and sits down with a gentle push from Regina. Regina gets back in bed, propped against the headboard, her legs closed for now.

“You can leave at any point you want to,” Regina says.

Cady nods, her attention on Regina’s exposed thighs. She watches as Regina slowly splits them, her shirt riding up even more. Cady unintentionally starts leaning forward as Regina teases her.

Regina bites her lip as she watches Cady and goes for the kill by tugging her shirt up and spreading her legs the rest of the way. Cady falls forward onto her knees, her chin dropping to the edge of the bed.

Regina stifles a moan at Cady’s visible desire and runs her fingers up and down her thigh. She sees Cady start following her fingers and knows it's time. She brings her fingers between her legs and slowly starts circling her clit.

Regina was close before, but she’ll take Cady in front of her over being on the other side of a wall every day of the week.

Regina wants to stifle every sound, but there’s a reason Cady is in front of her. So she lets a moan break out of her chest and feels the heat rush over her as Cady whimpers in response. She starts rubbing in faster circles.

Edging has never been a fan favorite of Regina’s. Maybe Cady will be into it, and then Regina can edge her for hours just to have her begging at her feet.

“Cady…”

Cady whines and pushes against the bed. Desperate would be a really good word to describe how Cady’s feeling.

Regina looks down to see Cady’s blown pupils and bites her lip. Cady is practically drooling on her knees, watching Regina.

“Can I–” Cady mutters. “Can I sit on the bed?”

Regina moans and rapidly nods. Cady is just as quick to hop onto the bed on her stomach and rest her head against the inside of Regina’s knee. Regina jerks at the contact and rubs faster.

“Fuck–”

Regina watches Cady watch her and feels herself clench around nothing. All she can think about is Cady’s tongue inside her cunt right now.

“Cads.”

Cady’s eyes roll back upon hearing the whimpered tone in which her name is said. Regina is the hottest person Cady has ever been around.

“You wanna,” Regina pants. “You wanna eat me out?”

Cady barely scans Regina’s face for confirmation before she pushes Regina’s hand away and licks up her pussy. Regina twists her fingers into Cady’s hair, her back arching off the bed.

“That’s good,” Regina whimpers. “Good girl.”

Cady moans into her cunt, burying her tongue as far into Regina as she can. She licks and sucks and explores every single way to make Regina whine and jerk against her mouth. She wraps her lips around Regina’s clit, getting a harsh tug to her hair.

“Feral,” Regina breathes.

Regina can feel Cady smile against her and then rapidly flicks her tongue against her clit. Cady digs her fingers into Regina’s hip and presses forward. There cannot physically be more contact between them, and yet Cady would press closer for the rest of her life if there was a chance.

“Cady,” Regina whines.

Cady takes it for what it is and sucks harder and digs her fingernails into her skin. That’s all it takes for Regina to arch off the bed and moan Cady’s name as she comes.

Regina’s ears are ringing, and the world has gone white. She has ascended to a higher plane. Until oversensitivity takes over and she’s yanking Cady’s head away.

Cady has a lopsided smile on her face, and Regina’s wetness all over her face.

Regina smiles and lets go of Cady’s hair, running her fingers through the knots. “You look a mess.”

“Sorry,” Cady replies, her face turning red again.

Regina rolls her eyes and yanks Cady forward by the front of her shirt. “Don’t get embarrassed now. You’re like the only person I’ve ever let do that.”

Then kisses Cady like her life depends on it. It’s open-mouthed and desperate. Cady panting into Regina’s mouth as Regina greedily tastes herself on Cady.

Regina pulls away and falls back on the bed. Cady drops her head to Regina’s chest and pants. She catches her breath as Regina mindlessly brushes through her hair.

“I guess I should leave,” Cady mumbles.

“You don’t have to,” Regina says. “You didn’t even get to cum.”

Cady blushes and looks up at Regina. “Umm…”

It makes Regina laugh and smile. She rolls her eyes at the hesitation and shyness, Cady acting like her face wasn’t just between her legs ten minutes ago.

“I can’t believe I like your shy, nerdy ass,” Regina comments.

A huge smile breaks out across Cady’s face. “You like me?”

Regina flushes a little, but nods. “Yes. Why do you think I’ve been doing what I’ve been doing?”

“You were seducing me this whole time?”

Regina shrugs. “Took you long enough.”

“Do you know how many times I had to listen to your headboard hit the wall?” Cady asks. “Which is especially confusing because, hello, lesbian.”

Regina gives Cady a look. “Strap-on?”

Cady deflates and mentally slaps herself. “Right.”

Regina smiles and pulls Cady back down to lie on her chest. It’s a little awkward, but Regina really likes to cuddle after sex, and Cady isn’t bolting out of the room right now, unlike everyone else.

“Wait, so, you were fucking all those girls with the same one?”

“I cleaned it! It’s not a crime to reuse sex toys.”

“And here I thought you could use it with me,” Cady mumbles.

“Hmm,” Regina hums. “Why don’t you go into my closet and look to the left, top shelf?”

Cady gets up and follows Regina’s instructions. She jumps up for the only box sitting in the area. Unopened, brand new strap-on with a sticky note on the box that says, ‘Cady’s. Do not touch.’ She steps out of the closet and holds it up for Regina.

“You have one specifically for me?”

Regina hums, rolling over to grab the harness from her nightstand.

“How did you know I was even going to come in here eventually?”

Regina stands up, sliding the straps up her legs and tightening them. “Hope.”

She looks up to find Cady standing right in front of her with a smug look. Regina rolls her eyes and snatches the box from her hands.

“Why didn’t you just ask me out?” Cady asks.

Regina huffs as she tears open the packaging. “I was nervous.”

“Nervous to ask out your nerdy roommate?”

“Nervous to ask out a girl I actually like,” Regina hisses.

She disappears into her bathroom for a moment and then comes back with the dildo in the ring.

“You didn’t have to be nervous,” Cady replies, staring at the toy between Regina’s legs.

“Can we talk about this later?” Regina asks. “I am on a mission here.”

She reaches out for Cady’s sweatpants and tugs them down her legs.

“Right, yeah. Later, definitely later,” Cady replies, stepping out of her pants.

Regina starts undoing the buttons on Cady’s flannel and presses a kiss to her lips. Cady smiles and tugs Regina’s shirt over her head as Regina pushes the flannel off.

“Fuck you’re pretty,” Regina mumbles, taking in Cady’s bare chest.

Cady blushes as Regina dips down to nip and suck across Cady’s neck. She backs Cady up gently until the back of her knees hit the end of the bed, and she sits down. Regina leans down, laying her body weight on Cady, pressing against her.

“So fucking pretty,” Regina mumbles, pulling Cady’s underwear off.

“I’m already in your bed, you don’t have to patronize me,” Cady mumbles, kicking the article of clothing off as soon as she can.

“Not patronizing or lying,” Regina replies.

She dips her fingers between Cady’s legs and tucks her head back into her neck.

“Such a mess.”

Cady squirms underneath Regina’s wandering fingers. “Not my fucking fault.”

Regina reaches toward her nightstand and yanks open the drawer. She grabs the bottle of lube and sits back from Cady. She pops the cap and starts spreading some across the dildo.

“Not your fault at all,” Regina says. “I’ll take the blame, and I’ll fix it for you.”

Cady whines as Regina tosses the bottle off the bed and positions herself between Cady’s legs.

“Just um, tell me if it hurts,” Regina says. “I don’t wanna actually hurt you or anything.”

Cady hums and wraps her legs around Regina’s waist. “I will.”

Regina slowly pushes forward until her hips meet Cady’s. She breathes a sigh of relief as she leans forward on her hands.

Cady’s digging her fingers into Regina’s lower back, pulling her closer. Regina being delicate is the last thing Cady would ever think, but here Cady is experiencing it in real time, and it’s driving her nuts.

Regina pulls her hips back, then snaps them forward. Over and over until the headboard starts hitting the wall.

Cady moans, back arching off the bed. She doesn’t even hear the headboard hitting the wall; she’s too obsessed with her own pleasure. Regina drops down to her forearms, and Cady moves her hands to hold her shoulders and bury her face in her neck.

Regina peppers kisses over the side of Cady’s face and hums. “Good girl. You’re doing such a good job.”

Cady moans and bites Regina’s shoulder. Regina bites her lip to stop from snapping at Cady for leaving marks. Although the marks from Cady are kind of exactly what she wants.

“Reg…” Cady whines.

Regina moves her hand to rub circles over Cady’s clit and fucks her harder. She’s panting next to Cady’s ear, a cramp starting to form near her hip.

Cady jerks against Regina’s hand and digs her fingers into her skin. “Regina!”

“I know, pretty girl,” Regina coos. “You’re doing so good, you just have to cum for me.”

Cady’s breath stutters in her chest as her eyes roll back into her head, clenching around the toy. Regina works her through it gently, whispering in her ear all the affirmations she can think of. Cady releases her legs from Regina’s waist and settles against the bed.

Regina kisses her cheek and smiles. “Good?”

“I expect to never listen to you fuck someone else ever again, including yourself,” Cady mumbles, wrapping her arms around Regina’s neck.

“Okay, pretty girl. Just you.”