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Victoria’s birthday came around the same time every year, which is typically how birthdays go. Even so, it caught her off guard every time.
She usually hated her birthday. When she was very young, she had loved it; a whole day just for her, to do whatever she wanted with her parents and friends from school. But as she got older, her birthday had slowly become just another day for her mother to berate her about her studies, only sometimes accompanied with cake.
“Happy birthday, Victoria. Thirteen is a big year for you. Have you decided which minor you’ll apply for?
Happy birthday, Victoria. I know sixteen is a milestone, your father and I would like to take you out for dinner at Hyde Park tonight when you’re done with your exam review.
Happy birthday, Victoria. You should be proud to be in medical school at eighteen. But remember not to let your natural aptitude stop you from working hard. I’d like to review your exam results over dinner tonight.”
It never mattered how old she was, how well she was doing, or what she might want to do for her birthday. She hated steak, but they always went to Hyde Park, because her mother loved it. Her father, while gentler with her than his wife, ultimately aligned more with Eileen than Victoria.
They just wanted her to succeed, she rationed. Despite this, their ambition for her had served more to isolate her from her peers than advance her own medical career. She had no friends, barely even any acquaintances. She had felt like a ghost in med school, the youngest and smallest and smartest in any room she was in, which had not made her popular in the least.
Poor little prodigy, they would say. Her life must be so difficult.
So she had learned to shut it off. Focus on yourself, Victoria. Ace this test, Victoria. Apply to this position, Victoria. Start working at PTMC, Victoria, and maybe your mother will finally like you.
PTMC, strangely, had become her safe haven. Despite the fact that her mom still insisted on popping in to visit uninvited, for the first time in her life, Victoria had friends.
After a long shift, when she wanted nothing less than to go home, she could go to Trinity and Dennis’ place and watch a movie, crash on their couch, and drive with them to work in the morning. She could grab a beer in the park with Samira and Mateo. Hell, even Mel would sometimes have her over to watch a movie (anything but ELF) on nights without Becca.
The only friend of hers she couldn’t ’hang out’ with was…
Cassie Mckay.
Mckay wasn’t really her friend. Colleague, yes. Mentor, kind of. She wasn’t a med student anymore, and didn’t need to follow Mckay around like a lost puppy like she used to, but…
She was always around. Always just over her shoulder with a word of praise, always across the ED watching her. If Victoria didn’t already have a massive crush on her, she would have certainly developed one by now.
The crush was the problem. The crush was a huge problem, because it was something Victoria needed so badly and knew she couldn’t have. Mckay was double her age, and her superior. Beyond the obvious moral dilemma, there was no way the resident would want what Victoria wanted with her.
She tried to put it out of her mind as much as she could. She definitely was not thinking about Mckay’s smile, or her hands as she twirled a scalpel between dexterous fingers, and was certainly didn’t get off most nights imagining that fucking chain in her mouth as Mckay fucked her senseless.
It was just a crush. Just a crush, Victoria. She had never even been kissed, let alone had sex. It was all just an elaborate fantasy that kept her insanely sad, boring life interesting.
Except… she had started noticing things she hadn’t before. Like how Mckay always had the most praise for her out of anyone else, or how she was always making excuses to touch her.
“Right behind you, Vadi.” She’d say, hands feather light on her hips as she moved behind her.
“Really fantastic, Victoria. Your sutures are getting really good, you’ll give Donnie a run for his money soon enough.” as she squeezed her arm, touch lingering.
And the most confusing of all, earlier today. First thing in the morning, in fact. It was Victoria’s birthday, the date of which had gotten around the ER last year despite her best efforts. She had been in the break room, filling her water bottle for the second time, when Mckay appeared beside her, that soft, nurturing smile on her face. Victoria bit down on her cheek, hard.
“Happy birthday, Vadi.” The resident hummed, leaning against the fridge and crossing her arms. Victoria marveled at how she always seemed so at ease. She was a model doctor, in so many ways Victoria would never be.
“Thanks.” She said, remembering to speak. Thanks? That’s all you could think of? she berated herself internally. For fucks sake, Victoria, you’re twenty two, you can speak to a woman.
Then Mckay was tilting her head, and leaning towards her, and her heart stopped as the older woman inhaled deeply, about six inches from her neck.
“I like that perfume.” She said simply as she pulled away, smiling at her like nothing had happened. Like she hadn’t just almost killed Victoria with proximity alone. “Any plans for your birthday?”
Victoria opened and closed her mouth, gripping her water bottle like a lifeline. “Um… yeah. Trinity and Dennis got some people together, I think we’re going to Purple Rain? It’s that club downtown that opened last month.”
“Oh yeah, I’ve heard it’s nice there. It’ll be a good place for you to let loose. I can’t believe you’re working today.” Mckay chuckled, and the sound sent a shiver through Victoria that embarrassingly went straight between her legs. Get it together.
“You should come.” Victoria said before she could think better of it. She watched Mckay’s eyebrows raise, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.
“That’s sweet of you, Vadi, but I don’t think you want some old sober lady bringing down your birthday vibes.”
You don’t know what I want. Victoria thought.
“No, you should come.” She said again, doubling down with as much confidence as she could muster. “You never come out with us when we go.”
“I have a kid, Vadi.” Mckay smiled, tilting her head thoughtfully. “I’ll think about it. Harrison’s with Chad this week anyways, but no promises, okay?”
Victoria nodded, unable to resist smiling brightly at her. “Yeah, okay. I do hope you come, though.” She added, before remembering where she was and making a quick excuse, rushing off before she could see the fond smile on McKay’s face.
——
By eleven that night, Victoria was properly drunk.
She was a lightweight still, but that didn’t stopped her friends from feeding her vodka cran after vodka cran, until she was a whopping four drinks in and letting loose on the dance floor.
Even if she didn’t always drink, she went out with the group of the fairly often, as often as she could given her helicopter mom. She had quickly learned that she loved to dance. At present, she was pressed between Trinity and Samira as they moved to the beat, her back to Trinity’s chest with her hands on her hips, her own arms wrapped around Samira as they moved. The closeness had been foreign to her the first time, made her tense up and freeze, but after a drink and many promises from Trinity that she wasn’t embarrassing herself, she had really gotten into it.
She liked it, now, the closeness. She loved the press of bodies around her to steady her as her vision spun, the lights and the thump of the music and Trinity’s firm hands guiding her body. She wondered to herself what McKay’s hands would feel like on her hips. They were bigger than Trinity’s to start, maybe they’d spread up her sides, or down towards her ass. Maybe she’d pull her closer, maybe she’d slide a hand up her skirt and-
She shook her head, vision blurring, and focused on the dance. She loved this song, she loved this club, she loved her friends. She spun away from Trinity, running her hands all through her hair as she spun on her own, her tight purple dress and shiny silver sash that read birthday girl sparkling in the low light as Samira and Trinity whooped and cheered. She felt hot for once. She felt eyes on her, looking with interest and maybe even lust as she moved, swaying her hips freely and turning, and she opened her eyes to see-
Cassie Mckay.
She almost tripped in her heels, her body freezing mid rotation. Mckay was standing there, in baggy green pants that hung low on her hips, and a cropped white tank top that showed off her toned stomach and her… oh god, her fucking arms were…
Her hair was down, messy red bangs brushing just below her brow, and Victoria’s mouth watered. She was just drunk enough not to be embarrassed by the way her every instinct wanted to rush towards her, and it was only by the grace of all thirty three major Hindu deities that she remained planted on the edge of the dance floor.
Then Mckay smiled at her, warm and wide and so unbearably fond it made Victoria’s knees weak. Oh, maybe that fourth drink had been a bad idea.
She spun on her heel, pushing back through the crowd towards Trinity and Samira, grabbing their hands as she dragged them towards the bathroom. Blissfully, no one was in line, and she counted it as a birthday gift from the universe as she shoved her friends inside and locked the door, the drinks and the adrenaline and the Cassie Mckay of it all finally caught up to her.
Trinity and Samira were beside her the second she felt the first tear fall, squeezing her arms comfortingly and cooing softly as she pressed her hands over her eyes and tried to calm down.
“Vic, what the hell happened?” Trinity asked when the tears had slowed to a trickle and Victoria had slid down the door to sit on the ground, knees pulled up to her chest.
“Mckay is here.” She mumbled, and felt Trinity and Samira exchange a look. “I invited her but she’s actually here and she looks so hot and I’ll never have her and I hate my life-“
“Woah, woah, woah, slow down Victoria.” Samira said, sliding down the wall to sit next to her. “One thing at a time. You… like? Doctor Mckay?”
Victoria nodded, hiding her face in her hands.
“Okay. Okay.” Samira said slowly, running a hand down her face.
“None of us are the saints of age appropriate relationships, Vic.” Trinity said from her other side.
“That’s not even the problem.” Victoria sniffled. “The problem is she doesn’t want me but she looks at me like… fuck, and i just ran away when she smiled at me so she probably thinks I hate her and-“
“Ok, we need to get you some water.” Samira mumbled, rummaging around in her bag for a second before she produced Victoria’s water bottle, passing it over. “Drink. Sober up a little bit before we go back out there. This isn’t ruining your birthday, Victoria.”
“I know.” She mumbled, sipping from the bottle as she stared at the floor.
“So… you like… like her like her?” Trinity asked cautiously.
“Yes.” Victoria said, cheeks red with shame.
“And she does know?”
“Of course not.” Victoria scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Well, I didn’t know. She’s always looking at you and doing that thing Robby does with Dennis.”
Victoria snapped her head to the side, staring at Trinity with confusion. “What?”
“You know… the touching? She’s always hovering around you, I wouldn’t be surprised if-“
“But.” Samira cut her off, and they exchanged a look over her head. “I understand how scary it must be, to have feelings for a someone in this position. We both do.” She said, squeezing Victoria’s arm. “But,” she said again, dipping her head to meet Victoria’s gaze. “Trinity’s right. I wouldn’t be this nervous. Yes, she’s older, yes, she’s your superior, but you’re both adults, and lord knows there’s more inappropriate shit happening in the Pitt anyways.”
“Tonight might be a good opportunity to just… test the waters. She won’t be mean to you, Vic.” Trinity said, nudging her shoulder. “And it’s your birthday. Live on the edge.”
Victoria swallowed, the water settling her stomach and clearing her vision. She wasn’t sober, but she was much less drunk than before. She dabbed at her eyes, shaking her head to focus herself. She could do this. She was twenty two. She could do anything.
After a quick makeup fix (Samira and her magical go bag strikes again) they were filing out of the bathroom, weaving through the crowd back to their table. Victoria’s steps faltered as they approached, breath catching as she saw Mckay, chatting with Princess, her legs spread comfortably with an arm on the booth behind her. Victoria felt a spike of jealousy course through her. It was stupid, she shouldn’t be this worked up. But…
“Birthday girl back in action!” Trinity announced as they arrived at the table, muscling Dennis and Mel further into the booth so the three of them could slide in. Victoria, of course, ended up across from Mckay, who set her Diet Coke on the table and leaned forward to Victoria could hear her.
“Hey, happy birthday.” She said, eyes twinkling. “Are you alright? Did I scare you?” She asked, tone teasing in a way that sent heat straight between Victoria’s legs. God, she wasn’t drunk enough for this anymore.
“No, I just… had a bit too much. I’m better now. The room stopped spinning.” She said, cheeks pink as she dropped Mckay’s gaze, fiddling with the hem of her dress.
“Okay.” The resident said, and from the corner of her eye she could see Mckay tilt her head, as if trying to figure Victoria out.
“You like to dance?” Mckay said, and the question forced an image into her head; the one of her on the dance floor, with Mckay behind her instead of Trinity. Oh my god.
“Yeah, I do.” She said before she could think better of it. Trinity’s words echoed in her head: “Test the waters. Live on the edge.” She could do that. She could push, and push, and see how close Mckay was willing to get.
“Do you dance, Doctor Mckay?” She asked, steeling herself as she looked back into Mckay’s blue, blue eyes, leaning across the table so she could speak over the music. Both leaning in like this, they were startlingly close, and Victoria could smell McKay’s cologne, could see the glint of the colored lights off that chain…
She watched Mckay’s expression, watched the way her gaze flickered across Victoria’s face, down her body and then over to the dance floor. She had that look on her face that always told Victoria she was rapidly solving a problem in her head. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, and Victoria tracked the motion with her eyes, mouth watering.
“I do.” Mckay said finally, looking back to Victoria, who ripped her gaze away from the older woman’s lips. “Would the birthday girl like to dance?”
Oh my god.
She nodded, standing up and pulling her dress down a bit from where it rode up on her thighs. She knew she wasn’t imagining the way Mckay’s eyes lingered on her bare legs. She moved before she could let the anxiety sink in. This club played great music, as she her high heeled foot hit the dance floor, she forced herself to breathe and let go, moving her hips to the beat and letting her arms float up above her head, tossing her head back.
She could feel Mckay beside her, moving slowly to the downbeat. She was nervous to look at her, nervous that if she did she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from pushing too far. It was already insane that Mckay was here, even more insane that they were on the dance floor together, less than a foot away. Victoria wanted so much from this woman, it made her feel like her entire body was burning up.
She spun despite her fear, finally getting a solid eyeful of Mckay under the pulsing lights. Her hair lit up multicolored as she moved, swaying her hips and dragging her hands down her own body, lost in the music. Her eyes were closed, so Victoria felt confident enough to stare openly, lips parting as she watched Mckay’s smile widen as the song picked up, and she didn’t realize she had stepped closer to the other woman until her chest bumped into Mckay’s, and the woman opened her eyes.
I’m in so much trouble. was Victoria’s first thought. Mckay was so close to her, and they had both gone still amidst the writhing bodies on the dance floor. Victoria stared up at her, eyes wide and wanting, and she felt her teeth catch her bottom lip as Mckay’s expression flickered, something Victoria thought might’ve been desire flashing across her eyes.
“Victoria.” She whispered, voice straining, and Victoria nearly melted. Her hands found the loops of Mckay’s stupidly hot pants, fingers gripping the fabric as she risked half a step closer, bringing them flush together.
“Doctor Mckay.” Victoria replied, slow and sweet, even with heart in her throat. She felt Mckay’s hands twitch at her sides. She wanted those hands on her so badly.
Mckay almost grimaced, but didn’t move away. Her eyes scanned Victoria’s face, dropping down and lingering for a second on her chest, pressed flush to her own. Victoria wanted, and wanted badly.
“Victoria,” Mckay said again. “We really can’t.”
“Why not?” Victoria asked, and she hated how whiny and desperate she sounded.
“You know why.” Mckay breathed, hands twitching at her sides again. “It’s not… I’m too old for you, baby.”
Baby.
Victoria took a small step back, trying hard and failing to keep her disappointment and frustration off her face. Her hands fell from Mckay’s hips, and the look on the older woman’s face was like she had been slapped. Maybe this was as hard for her as it was for Victoria. Maybe Trinity was right.
“I’m not a child, Doctor Mckay.” She said, frustration clear in her tone.
“I know you aren’t, Vadi.” Mckay said immediately, and sighed, dragging a hand down her face. “We can’t have this conversation here. Will you come talk with me outside?”
Victoria glanced around the crowded dance floor and caught Trinity and Samira staring at her. She met Trinity’s gaze, and her friend nodded furiously, shooting her a huge grin and a thumbs up. She had no idea what was happening, and yet her encouragement gave Victoria just the hit of confidence she needed.
“Fine.” Victoria said, and waiting for Mckay to move. She was surprised when she felt Mckay’s hand grab hers, squeezing slightly as she pulled them away from the dance floor, towards the front door.
The cool night air hit Victoria’s face, and she shivered, dropping Mckay’s hand to wrap her arms around herself. Mckay nudged her towards a quiet corner, crowding her back against the wall with far too much space between them still, but not so much that Victoria couldn’t feel the heat radiating off of her.
Victoria certainly felt sober now. She swallowed, mouth suddenly dry as she realized she was about to get rejected in the nicest, gentlest way possible. She braced for impact.
Mckay noticed, because of course she did, and she sighed again, running a hand through her hair. “Victoria, you… you understand why this can’t happen.”
“I don’t, actually.” Victoria said, crossing her arms. “I get the HR reasons, but there’s way more inappropriate stuff happening at work.” She said, parroting Samira’s words from the bathroom. “I’m an adult. You’re an adult. And I…” Victoria stopped herself there, not trusting herself not to spill her guts to Mckay right now. If she kept talking, she’d never stop.
“You what, Vadi?” Mckay said, and Victoria chanced a look up at her. Her expression was carefully neutral, but everything she was feeling showed in her eyes. Victoria loved that about her. She loved how she was so open, so kind and honest and gentle with her, always. She wanted that, but she also wanted…
Victoria shook her head, looking back to the ground. She felt tears pressing against her eyes, and she clenched her jaw to keep them in. She couldn’t cry right now. She just couldn’t.
“Vadi, we can’t have a conversation if you won’t talk to me, baby. Tell me what’s wrong.” Mckay said, bringing a hand up to gently touch Victoria’s elbow. The contact burned, and Victoria flinched away. If Mckay was touching her…
“My life sucks.” She whispered. Saying it out loud didn’t help as much as she thought it would. “My mom doesn’t even like me. My whole life has been studying and textbooks and medicine. I graduated college at fucking seventeen. I don’t have any friends, i mean,” she laughed bitterly, and a traitorous tear escaped from her eye. “Not until now. Everyone in my life sees me either as a child or a child playing doctor. And I’m not a fucking child, Doctor Mckay, I’m not. I’ve never been a child, I don’t even know how to be.” She said, wiping her cheeks furiously as tears slid unbidden down them.
“And I don’t want your pity.” Victoria says, sensing Mckay’s expression. “I just…” she shook her head. “I want somebody.” she said, biting her lip. “I want you.”
Mckay was quiet for a long time. It was probably only seconds, but they stretched like hours as Victoria watched the last of her tears hit the pavement. How humiliating. Another birthday down the drain.
“Why me, Victoria?” Mckay asked finally. “Why not… Mateo?” She said his name like she was jealous. But she couldn’t be jealous of Mateo, right? That was ridiculous.
“Mateo’s my friend.” She said quietly. “I thought he was cute, but…” she trailed off, twisting a ring she wore around on her finger. “I just feel like… I just feel like you…” she exhaled sharply through her nose, frustrated by the words that wouldn’t come. She’d never tried to verbalize it before, and the anxiety was rising with each silent second that passed.
“You make me feel crazy.” She said. “Like I can’t focus. I can’t stop thinking about…” she paused, eyes darting to the chain glittering against Mckay’s throat. Her mouth watered. “I want to… I want you to want to be around me. I want you to be…”
Mine. she finished in her head.
“Victoria, I do want to be around you.” Mckay said quietly. Victoria watched her hands flex at her sides. “I really do. You’re…”
“Doctor Mckay, you don’t have to just say-“
“Jesus, Victoria, just call me Cassie. Please. We’re not at work, and if we’re going to-“ she cut herself off, having given herself away. Victoria’s heart leapt into her throat again, and she finally looked back up at her.
Cassie was looking at her intensely, eyes searching her face. She was so beautiful, and so close to her. She felt frozen in place, not daring to speak or move.
“I can’t stop thinking about you. I’ve been really, really unprofessional about it.” Cassie mumbled, running a hand down her face. “It’s like I forget that I’m supposed to be your mentor, because you… I just can’t help myself. I’m going to hell.”
Victoria’s pulse was hammering. She pressed two fingers to her wrist, checking her pulse. She felt tachycardic, and light headed, and like she needed Cassie to make some sort of move and soon before she did it herself and made a fool out of both of them.
“I don’t pity you, Victoria. I don’t think you’re a child. I think your mother puts way too much pressure on you and that made you grow up way too fast. You’re more mature and put together than most people my age, and that’s the problem. There’s so much of your life you should be experiencing, and if I was selfish and did what I want to I’d be keeping you from all of that. Nevermind the fact that your mom would fucking kill me.”
“Fuck my mom.” Victoria blurted, hands shaking at her sides. “She doesn’t get to puppet me around anymore. I’ve experienced too much life in the last eight years and I just want to feel fucking normal. You make me feel normal. You treat me like I’m normal, you always did. I want to be normal with you.”
“But it wouldn’t be normal, Vadi.” Cassie said, almost whining as she took a step back from her, turning away and fisting her hands in her own hair. The chill of the night seeped into Victoria’s bones.
“It wouldn’t be, because I’m forty two and you’re twenty two and I have a fucking kid and an ex husband and you’re…” she groaned, digging the heels of her palms into her eyes. “Have you ever even had a boyfriend? A girlfriend? Anything?”
Victoria shook her head, digging her nails into her palms. “I haven’t done anything. When would my mom have gotten off my back long enough to do any of that?” She laughed bitterly, looking back to the ground. Now stupid she sounded. How utterly infantile.
“I need you to know that it’s not that I don’t want to.” Cassie said, turning back towards her. “But I shouldn’t. I can’t, I need to be… I need to be-“
“What? You need to be what? We’ve already crossed almost all of the lines we can, I’m literally out here with you right now baring my soul on my fucking birthday and you just told me you want me but you’re not doing anything about it because why? What is actually stopping you from doing what we both want you to?” Victoria snapped, suddenly at the end of her rope. She took a step towards Cassie, eyes blazing with anger now. “Don’t fucking say my age, or because we work together, or that you have a kid or whatever, I fucking love Harrison. I don’t have any issues here, so fucking tell me what’s stopping you?”
Cassie looked so sad, expression so pained as she listened to Victoria. She wanted to smooth all the lines from her face, make her feel better. Make them both feel better.
“I don’t want to ruin this.” Cassie said after a pause. Victoria blinked, anger slowly draining from her body. “What?”
“I don’t want to ruin us. Beyond however else I feel about you, Victoria, I just really like you. If this doesn’t work, it would kill me if-“
“I’d never hold it against you.” Victoria said immediately. “I don’t care. I just want to try. I know it’s crazy, but crazier shit has happened, does happen, in the Pitt every day. Trinity and Garcia are… and even Samira and Abbott… we could try.”
Cassie studied her for a long moment, and Victoria became very aware of how she must look. Her eye makeup was certainly smudged again from crying, her little purple dress was pulled riding up again, and she fought the urge to tug it down. She was still wearing the stupid sash. Her hair was falling into her eyes, curls brushing cheeks and the tops of her shoulders. Her mom always wanted her to straighten it, but she hadn’t today. Maybe it was rebellion, maybe she was just tired of doing everything her mom said, or maybe she just liked it natural. No one ever considered what she might like.
Except Cassie.
“Cassie.” She whispered, taking another small step forward. “Can we please try?”
Their eyes met, and Cassie shuddered. There was less than a foot of space between them, and Victoria wanted it gone. She couldn’t look away from Cassie’s face.
“We’re gonna have to talk a lot more about this.” Cassie said quietly, and from here Victoria could feel her breath on her cheeks. “It’s going to be complicated, maybe for a while. It’s not gonna be easy, for either of us.”
“It will be.” Victoria said, breathless. “It will be because I’ll have you.”
“Oh my god.” Cassie whispered, and finally Victoria had those large, warm hands on her hips, squeezing just right as she was pushing Victoria backwards, crowding her against the wall of the club properly this time, and Victoria gasped as she felt Cassie press against her, body solid against hers. She froze, unsure of what to do with her hands.
Cassie paused as they pressed against each other, her thumbs rubbing slowly over her hip bones. Every point of contact was setting her on fire.
“You never kissed anyone before?” Cassie asked, eyes glittering in the dim light of the corner. Victoria could not believe this was happening.
She shook her head, cheeks pink and hands held tightly behind her back, brick digging into her arms. Cassie sighed, almost in disbelief, and brought her hands to Victoria’s shoulders, sliding down her arms to pull her hands from behind her. She pressed a kiss to the backs of each of them, lips warm and lingering, making Victoria shiver. She guided them up to her own shoulders, and Victoria, on instinct, slid her hands into Cassie’s hair, a shaky breath escaping the older woman as she did.
“Good.” Cassie murmured, and this time Victoria gasped, almost choking on her breath as the praise shot straight to her cunt. Cassie’s praises always hit her differently, but in this context… she would do just about anything to hear it again.
Cassie chuckled, sliding her hands down Victoria’s sides until she could grip her hips again. “That’s what you like, hm? Go figure.”
Victoria whimpered, cheeks hot with embarrassment. Was she that predictable? She glanced away, breathing quickly.
“Hey, none of that.” Cassie said, and a gentle hand on her chin brought her back, Cassie brushing fingers across her cheek, her jaw, down her neck…
“We don’t have to anything you don’t want to, Vadi.” She said quietly. “All of this is at your pace. I’m a big girl, I can wait for what I want.”
“I don’t want to wait.” Victoria said, breathless. “Please.”
Victoria watched her pupils blow wide, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Victoria stared openly, trying to telepathically make Cassie close the distance.
“Ok.” She said finally, tension seeping from her shoulders as she slid her arm more firmly around Victoria’s waist, thumb stroking over her cheek. “Ok, pretty girl.” Then she leaned in, and kissed her.
Victoria had watched many movies. She used to study the way the actors on screen kissed each other, wondering how it felt, wondering if all of this studying would pay off if she ever got her big movie kiss.
Her mind went completely blank as Cassie’s lips pressed against hers, soft and slow. This was better than any movie she’d ever seen. She felt like she might explode, like the fireworks behind her eyes. Victoria’s grip on her hair tightened, and she leaned up into her as her eyes fell shut, shivering as new sensations flooded her body.
Cassie Mckay was kissing her. Cassie Mckay wanted her. Cassie’s arm were holding her, her cologne filling her nose, her hair brushing her cheeks as Cassie kissed her, slow and deep, tilting Victoria’s head just right-
“Cassie-“ Victoria whispered against her lips. “Cassie, Cassie, Cassie-”
“Fuck, Vadi-” Cassie groaned, pulling herself away from Victoria’s lips and latching onto her throat, scraping her teeth against soft skin, her hands spreading wide on her hips, just the way Victoria had imagined less than an hour ago. Oh my god, this was real.
“Tell me what you want, baby.” Cassie said against her neck, her hands sliding down Victoria’s hips to get two handfuls of her ass, making Victoria moan. She flushed in embarrassment, leaning forward to bury her face in Cassie’s shoulder as the older woman bit down on her shoulder, sucking a bruise into the soft skin there as Victoria trembled in her arms.
“I want-“ Victoria gasped, breathless as she felt Cassie’s hands on the backs of her thighs, coaxing her legs a little wider as she slipped her thigh between Victoria’s legs, not pressing, just bracing herself. Victoria wanted it against her. She wanted…
“I want to leave.” She whispered, tugging hard on Cassie’s hair, making her groan against her throat again. “I want you to take me home. I want you inside me.”
“Jesus fucking Christ.” Cassie swore, suddenly pulling back. Victoria cried out, stumbling as the steadying force of Cassie’s body was suddenly gone, but she quickly felt a hand on her waist as she was pulled back towards the door of the club.
“But-“ she began, but Cassie shot her a look. “We’re leaving. Get your stuff, meet me out front. I’m going to get my car. Ok?” She asked, leaning into Victoria’s ear to be heard as they slipped back into the noisy club.
“What do I tell Trin and Samira?” She asked, gripping Cassie’s top, unable to keep her hands off of her.
“Whatever you want. Tell them you’re leaving with me.” Cassie said, brushing some hair back from Victoria’s face. “God, you’re so…” she shook her head. “Ok, time for that later. Hurry up, baby.”
And she was gone, leaving with a squeeze to Victoria’s hip and a wink. Suddenly alone, Victoria had to steady herself against the wall.
She was dazed as she made her way back to the table. As she approached, she saw Trinity’s face split into a stupid, ‘I was right’ kind of grin. She couldn’t help but return it, the giddy excitement of what was waiting for her outside taking over.
“Victoria Javadi, I never thought I’d see the day.” Trinity grinned, grabbing Victoria’s purse and coat and sliding them across the table for her.
“Woah, what happened?” Dennis asked, taking in her disheveled appearance.
“Cassie Mckay.” Trinity grinned, elbowing him. Denny’s eyes went wide, and Mel’s jaw dropped beside him. Princess’s eyes lit up like the Fourth of July, a mischievous grin on her face.
Samira, for her credit, rose from her spot on the end of the booth to wrap Victoria in a huge hug. “Happy birthday, Victoria. Be safe, have fun.”
“I will.” Victoria grinned, and shot a giddy smile back at Trinity, who shot her a double thumbs up as she vanished back through the crowd.
The chill couldn’t touch her this time, not as she left the club and walked straight to the SUV parked just in front. Cassie leaned over and popped the door open for her from the driver’s seat, and Victoria swore that might have been the hottest thing she’d ever seen.
Cassie’s car was warm as she shut the door. The second they had pulled off, Cassie’s hand slid onto her thigh, squeezing lightly. Victoria resisted the urge to squeeze her thighs together to relieve some of the pressure building inside her.
“Before we get home,” Cassie said, keeping her eyes on the road even as her thumb stayed stroking the top of Victoria’s thigh. “I want you to tell me what you like. I know you haven’t… jesus I’m going to hell.” She laughed, looking down at the wheel for a moment before she focused again. “First times can be rough. I don’t want to let that happen. If I’m going to be your first I want it to be perfect.”
“It will be.” Victoria said immediately, and she knew it was true. There was nothing Cassie could throw at her that she wouldn’t take and beg for more. Cassie didn’t even know the half of what Victoria had imagined with her.
“You need to tell me, Vadi.” Cassie said. “I want to know exactly what you want from me. Will you do that for me, pretty girl?”
A full body shudder went through Victoria, goosebumps rising on her skin. “Yes m-“ she clamped a hand over her mouth, eyes going wide at what she almost let out. She prayed Cassie didn’t bring it up.
She didn’t. Victoria was almost disappointed. Instead, she squeezed her thigh again. “Tell me what you like.”
Victoria took as shaky breath. “Praise. And… your..” she glanced at Cassie’s neck, the chain resting against exposed collarbones.
Cassie laughed, warm and deep. “Oh, I see. Okay, baby. We’ll take it slow.”
“You don’t have to.” Victoria said quickly. “I’m serious, I’m not just saying that. I haven’t done nothing.” She said, and Cassie raised an eyebrow. “Just not with… someone else.”
“Christ.” Cassie mumbled, cheeks darkening as they pulled into Cassie’s driveway. “You touch yourself thinking of me?”
“Most nights.” Victoria said, just to watch the flush creep down Cassie’s neck, her eyes darkening as she parked.
“What do you think about?” She asked a few moments later, as she was unlocking her door.
“Your fingers. Your tongue, that damn chain-“
She gasped as she was yanked inside, the door closing quickly as she was pushed up against it, Cassie’s mouth on hers again in an instant. She moaned, the sound wanton and desperate as she gripped Cassie’s shoulders, hands finding her hair once more as Cassie’s hands started exploring, groping at her chest and ass, gripping her thigh hard enough to bruise as she hiked one leg up around her hip. She hoped it did bruise.
“I’m going to make you cum so hard you forget your name.” Cassie breathed against her ear, and Victoria’s head hit the door hard as she tossed it back, moaning as she let Cassie descend down her neck, kissing and sucking and bruising as she went. Victoria’s hips rolled against nothing, body arching up into Cassie’s, desperate for friction.
“Cassie, Cassie-“ she chanted, gasping as Cassie’s lips pressed to the neckline of her dress, fabric catching between her teeth as the older woman pulled back and let go, the elastic snapping against skin.
“You wanted to say something else, earlier.” Cassie said lowly, eyes lidded as she pressed her thigh to Victoria’s core, moving closer, immobilizing the younger woman against the door.
Victoria’s stomach dropped, and she went very still. “No. No I didn’t.” She said immediately, eyes going wide.
Cassie chuckled, the sound reverberating through Victoria. “No, baby, I think you did.”
Victoria wanted to die. She wanted the earth to swallow her whole. She wanted to run away, but Cassie’s body had her firmly against the door, and she was looking at her like that, and…
“You won’t get anything if you don’t ask for it, sweetheart.” Cassie cooed, tracing gentle fingers across her cheek, down her throat, then lower, catching on the elastic of her neckline and pulling it down, slowly. Victoria couldn’t breathe.
“What do we say when we want something, Victoria?” Cassie asked, voice so deceptively soft it sent a chill down Victoria’s spine. She’d never been more turned on in her entire life, not even in her wildest fantasies.
“Please.” Victoria squeaked, knowing before the word even left her lips it was the wrong answer.
Cassie frowned, letting her dress snap back into place. “I don’t think so.” She said, tilting her head at Victoria. “Do you want to stop?”
Victoria shook her head no, hands reaching for Cassie as she felt her start to back away. “No, no, please-“ she choked out, desperate to have Cassie closer. The older woman smiled, seemingly satisfied.
“Then how do we ask for more, Victoria?”
Victoria bit her lips, cheeks burning. She went to avert her eyes, but Cassie caught her chin before she could, holding her face to force eye contact.
“Be polite, baby. Now what do we say?”
“Please.” Victoria whimpered. “Mommy, please give me more.”
Cassie shuddered, pupils blown wide. “Good girl, Victoria.” She breathed. “Come with me baby.”
Victoria had been to Cassie’s house before, obviously. Babysitting Harrison had started as a poorly executed excuse to maybe spend more time with Cassie and had quickly evolved into something she just liked to do. Her mom never understood why she had suddenly picked up babysitting, but her mom had never understood that Victoria had interests outside of medicine.
She had spent many hours with Harrison here, watching movies or playing video games or helping him with his homework at that work kitchen table she was not imagining Cassie bending her over. It looked different in this context, as Cassie pulled her down the hallway and up a small set of stairs. Harrison’s bedroom was on the first floor; Victoria had never had an excuse to go upstairs. This time, she scrambled up them behind Cassie, catching glimpses of photos lining the staircase, feeling soft carpet under her feet, and seeing Cassie’s room for the first time.
The top floor of Cassie’s house was a glorified attic, but was big enough for all of Cassie’s things, plus an en-suite bathroom. The earthy tones surrounded Victoria as they step inside, the warm light from Cassie’s table lamp illuminating the cozy space. Photos of Cassie and Harrison littered every surface, and Victoria realized with a start that there was a photo she had taken of herself and Harrison sitting on Cassie’s vanity; Harrison with his arms around Victoria’s neck as she carried him on her back, laughing. Her heart did a flip, and she squeezed Cassie’s hand harder.
Cassie turned around, breathless as she took in Victoria, standing in her room. Victoria thought she must look out of place, in this pale purple dress and silver sash in Cassie’s warm toned, gold light, cozy bedroom. But Cassie just smiled, running her hands down Victoria’s sides to pull her closer, brushing their noses together.
Victoria’s breath stuttered as Cassie leaned in to kiss her, soft and slow, and not even close to enough. Nevertheless, she let herself melt into the older woman, her own hands finding Cassie’s soft waist, grabbing and groping, nails digging into skin in a way that made Cassie groan.
She gasped as she was suddenly spun around and pulled back into Cassie’s chest. When her eyes refocused, she could see herself in Cassie’s full length mirror. Oh, fuck.
“Look at you.” Cassie said, voice low and sensual in her ear. Her hand spread out over Victoria’s stomach, the other coming up to grope at her chest. The hem of her dress had ridden up to the swell of her hips, her little white panties peeking out, a stark contrast against rich brown skin.
“Fuck, white?” Cassie breathed, voice dipping impossibly lower. “Is this what you wanted?” She asked, the hand on her stomach sliding lower. “You wanted mommy to see you like this? Are these for me?”
Victoria felt like her legs might give out. She nodded furiously, whimpering as Cassie’s fingers traced the top of her panties.
“Words, baby.”
She was going to die. “Yes, mommy.” She choked out, reaching behind her to fist a hand in Cassie’s hair. The image of them in the mirror was overwhelming. She looked sinful, Cassie holding her upright as she took her apart with just a few light touches. She hadn’t even touched her yet. Maybe they were both going to hell, but Victoria didn’t care at all.
She choked on an inhale as Cassie’s fingers finally dipped into her panties, her dress now bunched around her waist. Cassie slid her middle finger up the seam of her, making her tremble. She cried out as the pad of her finger brushed her clit, her hips jumping, and Cassie dipped down again, gathering the wetness seeping from her.
“Is all this for me?” Cassie asked, a note of awe in her voice as she pulled her fingers away, studying the way they glistened in the low light.
“Yes.” Victoria whined. “Yes, mommy, it’s for you.”
“Do you get this wet when you touch yourself thinking about me?”
“No-“ Victoria choked. “I’ve never been-“ she gasped as Cassie took her own fingers into her mouth, tasing Victoria. Fuck.
“I’ve never been this wet. I’ve never felt this good, oh my god Cassie please-“
“Shhh, I’ve got you.” Cassie chuckled, spinning her back around to kiss her, and Victoria could taste herself on Cassie’s tongue. She hadn’t even considered that possibility.
Cassie slid her hands up under Victoria’s dress, taking it off as she pressed her mouth to every new inch of skin. Victoria was so glad she hadn’t worn a bra.
She sat at the end of the bed and watch with wide eyes and a slack jaw as Cassie pulled her top off, also sans bra. Her mouth watered, heart beating frantically as Cassie’s breasts fell free of the top. She wanted to taste them.
But then Cassie was pulling her pants off, revealing simple black boxers underneath. She stepped towards Victoria, cradling her face in both hands, thumbs brushing over her cheeks.
“Hey baby.” She said softly, and Victoria melted.
“Hi Cassie.” She whispered back, unable to stop the smile that broke across her face. She felt giddy, lighter than air. This was the best birthday ever.
“How are you doing? You wanna keep going?”
Victoria nodded, gripping the backs of Cassie’s thighs. “Yeah. I want you inside me.”
Cassie shivered, brushing the hair from Victoria’s face. “Okay, baby.” She hummed, smiling down at her. “You’re so beautiful, Victoria. I’ll give you everything you want.”
Warmth bloomed in Victoria’s chest. She followed her instinct, leaning forward to press a kiss to the center of Cassie’s chest, nuzzling her cheek into the valley between her breasts, hands pulling her closer.
“God,” Cassie breathed. “Okay baby, on your back. Be good for me.”
Victoria would be good. She moved up the bed, landing on her back, and was treated to the delicious sight of Cassie crawling towards her, dropping her head to kiss her neck, and-
The chain.
Cool metal hit Victoria’s chest, and she let out a disgusting moan, hips jumping. Cassie pulled back, confusion on her lovely face before she saw where Victoria was looking.
“Oh, right.” She chuckled, pinched the chain between two fingers. “You like this?”
“Uh huh.” Victoria said dumbly, eyes locked on the shiny metal.
“Ok. Stay focused for me baby, and you’ll get what you want. Now tell me,” she said, leaning over Victoria again to whisper in her ear, the chain resting over Victoria’s throat. “What do I do to you in your wildest dreams?”
Embarrassment and shame filled Victoria for a moment, but the feelings were quickly chased away by Cassie’s warm hand, spreading across her ribs and holding her gently, lips working on her jaw. She shuddered, reaching up to hold Cassie’s shoulders.
“You eat me out.” She whispered. “Then you fuck me, hard.”
“Fingers?” Cassie asked against her neck, and Victoria burned. She shook her head, and Cassie laughed, pulling back. “No?”
Victoria knew her face must be scarlet. “No.”
Cassie’s brow furrowed, then her eyes widened. “Oh, Vadi…” she cooed, smile soft and pleased. “You want my strap?”
Of course she has one. Of course. This was happening. This was really going to happen for her.
“Yes mommy.” She whispered, shocking herself with now easily the word now tumbled from her lips. Cassie made her desperate, willing to do or say anything to get what she wanted.
“Are you sure, baby? It’s your first time…”
Victoria frowned, suddenly frustrated. If she needed to drive the point home the lewd way, she would do that.
“Cassie.” She whispered, nails digging into Cassie’s shoulders. “I’ve fucked myself thinking about you inside me, I dream about you putting me through a mattress, I cum wishing you were so deep in me I could feel it in my stomach.”
“Jesus.” Cassie moaned.
“I’m not breakable. I want it as hard as you can give me.” She said, eyes lidded as her gaze fell to Cassie’s lips again.
“Mommy, it’s my birthday, please give me my wish.”
Cassie groaned, kissed her once, and then was gone, pressing hot kisses quickly down her body until she was resting between Victoria’s legs. Victoria shivered as she sucked a bruise into her soft inner thigh, then wailed as her lips mouthed at her through her soaked panties.
“Oh fuck-” She whined, hips jumping. Cassie held onto her and pushed her down hard into the mattress.
“Be good for me, Vadi baby.” Cassie hummed, and Victoria covered her face, tears burning behind her eyes as Cassie worked her panties down her legs, hearing her sharp intake of breath as shining strings of her own arousal connected the fabric to her aching cunt.
“How did I get so lucky, hm?” Cassie whispered. “Eyes on me, pretty thing. You’re doing so good for me.”
Victoria stopped caring about the tears that began flowing as Cassie’s tongue licked a stripe up her, wrapping her lips around her clit. The direct pressure was almost overwhelming as she focused hard on not bucking into Cassie’s mouth. The sound was obscene as Cassie ate her, the sight of her even more so. Victoria had a fist in her hair, keeping it back from her face and giving her a heavenly view of Cassie’s mouth working, jaw flexing as her tongue slid inside her, nose bumping her clit as Victoria squirmed, trying to stay still, to be good.
Her orgasm built embarrassingly quickly. She gasped and whined, back arching as she approached the edge.
“Mommy, mommy, I’m gonna cum, please-”
In response, Cassie returned her lips to her clit, sucking in earnest, and just as Victoria tumbled over the edge, there was a long finger sliding into her. She clenched down on it, filthy moans spilling from her lips as she sobbed, thighs clenching around Cassie’s head as she trembled apart.
She collapsed in the aftermath, shivering as Cassie’s tongue cleaned her, wet kisses to her core and her thighs. She sat up, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand, grinning to herself as she took in the puddle that used to be Victoria, hair messy and cheeks tear stained as she gasped for breath beneath her.
“So lovely, Victoria.” She cooed, stroking her thighs. “You did so good for me, baby. Do you feel good?”
Victoria nodded, blinking slowly. “Yeah. That was… I’ve never felt like that.”
Cassie smiled softly, leaning over to press a soft kiss to Victoria’s lips. Victoria met her, leaning up to deepen it, desperate to taste herself on Cassie’s tongue again.
Cassie let her, licking into her mouth as her hands roamed her body, tweaking a nipple, squeezing her hips. She wanted more. She wanted…
“Mommy…” she whimpered, hips seeking friction again.
“Oh, good girl, Vadi. Can you give me one more? Can you cum on my cock?”
The words were so lewd they made Victoria’s head spin. She could only nod, looking around the room for where Cassie might keep her toys. Cassie chuckled, kissing her once more before she slid off the bed.
“Stay there, baby. I’ve got you.”
Victoria sighed, relaxing into the bed as she watched Cassie cross the room, opening a drawer in her dresser and pulling out her harness. She glanced back into the drawer, then at Victoria, then selected a dildo; not quite so long but thick. Victoria vaguely registered that it was purple.
She watched as Cassie slowly pulled it on, tightening straps and attaching the toy, and with each second that passed Victoria became more and more aware of how empty she felt. She was a live wire, waiting for a spark that would ignite her. Cassie was that spark. Cassie had been that spark, the one she never thought she’d have. Now she had it, and she wanted to burn.
“How do you want me, baby?” Cassie asked, climbing back onto the bed between Victoria’s legs. The sight of the toy hanging heavily between her legs… she wanted it in her mouth.
Another time. she decided, in favor of assuming the position Cassie always took her in in her dreams. She turned onto her stomach, bringing herself to her knees and pressing her face down into the mattress, hands gripping the pillow above her. She could hear Cassie’s sharp inhale, the unsteady way she released the breath, hands sliding over Victoria’s ass, a thumb teasing at her entrance. Victoria clenched around nothing, burying her face in the blankets.
“Is this how it is in your dreams, baby?” Cassie asked, and Victoria felt the blunt head of the toy pressing against her hole. She bit her lip, nodding furiously.
A sharp tap to her ass had her crying out, fingers aching from gripping the pillow. She didn’t have to be told again.
“Yes, yes, this is how it is. This is how I want it.”
“And how do we ask for what we want, baby?”
Victoria couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride at how utterly wrecked Cassie’s voice sounded. She had done that. She had taken apart the immovable Cassie Mckay.
“Please, mommy.” Victoria whimpered as she felt Cassie begin to properly tease at her entrance. “Please, fuck me.”
Victoria hissed as the Cassie’s cock pressed into her, stretching and burning just right as she was filled. Cassie spread a hand over the arch in her back, the other holding her hips firmly in place as she slowly eased in. Victoria thought she could probably come just from this.
When Cassie’s hips hit the backs of Victoria’s thighs, she paused, running her hands soothingly over Victoria’s back and sides, leaning over to whisper sweet nothings in her ear. Victoria heard her through the haze of lust filling her head, voice clear even as everything else was muted.
“So good for me, Victoria. So beautiful, so wet for mommy. You’re my good girl, aren’t you? Does my baby feel good? Tell me Vadi baby, tell me how good mommy makes you feel.”
Victoria whimpered into the blankets, beginning to rock her hips back onto Cassie.
“So good, mommy.” She gasped, and Cassie shifted, pulling out an inch or so before she sliding back in. The squelch of her sopping cunt sent a shiver down her spine.
“And what do we say when mommy gives you what you want?”
“Thank you-” She choked out, and then Cassie was pulling back, gripping her hips as she pulled out before she snapped her hips forward, shaking the bed and forcing Victoria’s legs further apart. She cried out, shaking as she suddenly came, sobbing into the pillow as she felt her own cum coating her thighs, leaking from where Cassie rested deep inside her.
“Holy shit.” Cassie breathed, stroking up the length of Victoria’s spine as she sagged, knees shaking from the effort of holding herself up. “Did you just cum?”
Victoria nodded, face hidden in the sheets. Her body burned with shame and lingering arousal. She had to make Cassie keep going. She had to-
“Don’t stop, mommy.” she said, voice rough as she reached behind her to grope for Cassie’s hip, weakly pulling her closer as she rolled her hips back onto Cassie. “Please, I’ll be so good for you, I can take it. Let me take it, please-”
“Yes, yes, okay baby.” Cassie groaned, sliding out before pushing in again, Victoria gasping and shaking under her as she slowly worked up to a steady pace. The sounds spilling from Victoria were none that she’d ever made before, she was floating on air, completely consumed by the feeling of Cassie inside her. She felt Cassie’s hand spread across her lower stomach, pressing hard until Victoria heard Cassie gasp. Then she was reaching for Victoria’s hand, pressing it to where hers had just been, keeping it there, and then-
Victoria could feel her. With the pressure from Cassie’s hand, she felt the slight bulge of her stomach as Cassie quickened her pace, hips snapping into hers again and again.
“Beautiful, filthy little thing.” Cassie cooed, chest pressed to her back as she nipped at her jaw. “Can you feel that, sweet girl? Can you feel my cock?”
“Oh my god-“ Victoria choked out, pressing her face into the sheets until she struggled to breathe, unable to think beyond the drag of Cassie’s cock against her g-spot, vision whiting out.
“Fuck, Victoria,” Cassie groaned. “You’re making me feel so good, baby. I’ll never be able to go without this again. I need you, good girl, I need you.”
I need you. Victoria gasped, suddenly desperate to see Cassie’s face.
“W-wait-“ she gasped between punching thrusts. Cassie froze immediately, and Victoria pushed her back, flipping over before Cassie could speak and spreading her legs, hooking an ankle around her hip to pull her back towards her.
“I don’t fucking believe for a second you were a virgin an hour ago.” Cassie almost growled. “Did you lie to me baby, or are you just that good?”
“I’m just that good.” Victoria whispered, a smug smile tugging at her lips. “I’ll always be this good for you, mommy.”
“You’re gonna ruin me, baby. My little prodigy.” Cassie groaned, and slid back into her, Victoria’s back arching. She grabbed Cassie’s face, bringing her down into a wet kiss, both of the gasping and panting into the other’s mouth, sharing breath more than they were kissing. As Cassie hammered into her, the slick sound of skin meeting skin mixing with their moans, Victoria became very aware of the slap of cool metal hitting her chin as Cassie’s body moved.
Victoria broke away from her mouth, latching onto her neck, biting and sucking sloppy bruises into her skin, before she finally hooked her tongue around the chain, sucking it into her mouth and looking up at Cassie through thick, wet lashes.
“You’re perfect.” Cassie choked out, face flushed. Her hair hung over them like a red curtain, and Victoria watched her eyes roll back as she pulled on the chain with her teeth, moaning around her mouthful.
Cassie snaked a hand between them, feeling where Victoria was split open on her cock, and dragged blunt nails over Victoria’s clit, rubbing tight circles until Victoria gasped, screaming Cassie’s name as she came for the third and final time, collapsing boneless into the mattress, chain still caught between her teeth.
Cassie whimpered above her, rolling her hips slowly into her as she came down, lips pressed to Victoria’s hammering pulse. There had never been a better day in all of history, Victoria thought. It wasn’t possible anything could ever be better than this.
When Cassie pulled out, Victoria whimpered. It was stupid, but she wished she could fall asleep with Cassie inside of her. God, she was such a pervert. She had known that for a long time, but now Cassie knew, and the doors that that opened…
“Cassie-“ she whispered, reaching for her.
“I’m coming baby, don’t worry.” She hummed, shucking the harness and crawling up to kiss her sweetly.
“You.” Victoria mumbled, reaching for her boxers. “You need to cum-“
“I did, baby, I did.” Cassie said, face red and breathing fast.
“You did?” Victoria asked, frowning. “But-“
“I came, baby. From fucking you. I swear, I haven’t ever… that’s never happened.”
Victoria’s ego would never recover from this. Cassie took her hand and guided it into her boxers, and Victoria shivered as her fingers brushed her oversensitive clit, sliding further down to feel the ocean of slick between Cassie’s legs.
“I did that?” She asked, eyes shining as she met Cassie’s gaze.
“You did that.” Cassie confirmed, shivering as Victoria’s middle finger dipped inside her.
“Next time, baby. Tomorrow.” Cassie breathed, pulling her hand away. Victoria pulled her fingers to her lips, sucking the taste of Cassie from them, pride swelling as Cassie swore quietly under her breath.
“Ok, baby. Just rest, ok? I’ll get you cleaned up.”
Victoria closed her eyes as she fell back into the pillows, a heady weight settling over her as she heard Cassie padding towards the bathroom.
She must have fallen asleep, because when she woke up she was clean and dressed in a clear pair of Cassie’s boxers and a soft t-shirt that was probably older than her. She shivered, hands searching for Cassie.
She found her lying beside her, dressed similarly and watching Victoria with soft, sleepy eyes. She smiled, turning towards her, tangling their legs under the sheets.
“How long was I asleep?” She mumbled, sliding a hand over Cassie’s waist under her shirt.
“Just a little bit.” The older woman hummed, brushing hair from Victoria’s face. “So… how was that?”
Victoria pulled a face. “What do you think?”
“I want to hear you say it, Vadi.”
Victoria bit her lip, smiling. “It was perfect, Cass. Better than my wildest dreams.”
Cassie grinned, leaning in to kiss her again. They stayed like that for a while, kissing lazily in each other’s arms, fighting sleep.
“We need to talk tomorrow.” Cassie murmured later when Victoria was nestled against her chest in the dark.
“Mhm. We will.” She said sleepily, tucking her arms between their chests, fingers looping around her chain.
“Was this a good enough birthday present?” Cassie chuckled, kissing the top of her head.
Victoria giggled, shaking her head slowly as sleep crept into the edges of her vision.
“The best.”