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Wenona cannot stand these types of business events. Set in vast banquet halls, cloaked in grandeur and champagne: they're meant to hold society's best and brightest entrepreneurs — only to be filled to bursting with some of the scummiest, greediest businessmen Wenona had ever met.

Wenona certainly did not want to appear alongside them — she shudderred at the thought of being considered a part of this morally-bankrupt crowd. But, this particular gala happened to be for the cause of environmentalism and a commitment to greener business policies. She could count on one hand the amount of executives here that had any interest in actually bettering the environment, instead of just showing face in a shallow grab for good publicity. But, considering the nature of her business ventures, it would nonetheless be a bad look to not come. She could put up with these leeches dressed in business suits and pomade for a few hours.

Presently, Wenona relied on two things to get her through this insufferable congregation of bottom-feeders. One was her plus-one: Cassidy (who, for the record, didn’t look particularly happy to be there either, but was certainly better at feigning a friendly smile than Wenona was). And, Wenona's other vice of the evening: champagne.

Wenona had certainly had a few more drinks of the fizzy stuff than she had intended. But, to be quite frank, she didn’t know if she could tolerate this event sober.

“Wenona,” Cassidy slowly ventured, eying Wenona from the other side of the table, “Maybe you could slow down on those a little bit…”

Wenona set the now empty flute on the table with a quiet thunk, pushing it towards the steadily growing collection of empty glasses. Cassidy’s eyes shifted slowly from Wenona’s side of the table back to her own, tallying them up in her head. Cassidy was nearly done with her first drink. Wenona had just finished her fourth.

“I know. I know I shouldn't, but,” Wenona sighed, slumping in her chair and running a hand through her hair, “You have to understand how infuriating it is hearing all these people preach about the environment and all of their ‘newer, greener policies’ when it’s all just for show. None of the people actually care. And I have to sit here and listen to them make a mockery of the cause.”

Cassidy sighed and leaned close towards the center of the circular table, lowering her voice for only Wenona to hear.

“Listen, I’m pretty sure that that guy,” Cassidy jerked her head to the side, gesturing to the man speaking at the far end of the hall, “Is the last presenter for tonight. We’ve already shown our faces here. How about we let him finish and then slip out? It’s, uh…” Cassidy trailed off, glancing at her watch. “Getting pretty late.”

Wenona smiled, leaning forward towards the center of the table so her face was inches from Cassidy’s. “That sounds wonderful.” She sighed. “You know me so well.”

She planted a quick kiss to Cassidy’s lips before sinking back into her chair. Cassidy stumbled to pull out her phone, trying to hide the fluster on her cheeks. “I’ll text the driver, then. It shouldn’t be long.”

Wenona hummed, gaze now fixed on Cassidy as the girl typed away on her phone. She should at least try being respectful to the man still speaking, but the droning of his voice faded off into a quiet buzz in the back of her mind. Her head already fuzzy from the champagne, Wenona drank in the appearance of Cassidy. It’s not often Wenona got to see her in formal wear, after all.

Wenona’s eyes grazed over the slightly ajar collar of Cassidy's white button-up shirt, down to the simple dark grey vest that covered her chest — her pants a matching shade. The only splash of color in her outfit was a deep red tie tucked under the vest (meant, of course, to compliment the teal of Wenona’s own outfit) and a small golden enamel pin with the logo of Wenona’s company on it. The suit was only missing the blazer, which sat draped over the back of one of the dining room chairs. She looked better without it, anyway.

Wenona's gaze trailed back up to Cassidy's face. She had, by some grace of god, managed to get Cassidy to put on some amount of makeup for the event — a truly hard-fought battle. Wenona found herself getting lost in the length of Cassidy’s mascara-coated eyelashes and the plumpness of her lips, shining with liberally applied gloss. Her red hair was pulled up in a half up-half down, and all Wenona can think about is freeing it from the hair tie and watching it cascade down her shoulders like a waterfall.

Wenona must’ve been staring for quite some time, because she was broken out of her reverie by the sound of sweeping applause throughout the large hall. The man stepped down from the podium and the tables surrounding the pair soon devolved into chatter.

“He’s done.” Cassidy sighed, sliding her chair back as she stood up. “Driver should be here soon. You ready?”

Wenona blinked a few times, having briefly lost her sense of time in her daydreaming. “Uh, y-yes,” She stumbled, taking Cassidy’s outstretched hand to stand up.

The pair treaded aimlessly through maze of sleek marble halls until finding the large oak double doors, stepping out onto the busy nighttime street. The frigid nighttime air bit at Wenona’s exposed shoulders, but she didn’t have to bear it for long as a jet black Mercedes-Benz limousine pulled up to the curb.

Courteously, Cassidy opened the rear door of the car and gestured for Wenona to step inside. “My lady.” She teased, winking at Wenona, who rolled her eyes as she stepped in. It would’ve been endearing had Wenona not wanted to be home two hours ago.

Cassidy slid into the backseat next to her, relaxing into the soft leather upholstery. After only a brief moment, the driver took off into the busy downtown streets. If Wenona remembered correctly (and her mind was already admittedly a bit fuzzy from the drinks), the drive here only took them about thirty minutes — and that was with rush hour traffic. They should be back home before too long, where she and Cassidy can finally get out of these uncomfortable formal outfits and rest.

Wenona paused. Invariably, her mind had returned to Cassidy’s outfit. Uncomfortable as it may be to wear, Wenona couldn’t deny how attractive she looked in it. It was intoxicating the way the tight dress pants wrapped around her thighs, the way the suit vest hugged close around her waist, the way the sleeves of dress shirt had been rolled up to expose her forearms — Wenona really couldn’t get enough of looking at her.

“You know, Cass,” Wenona called. Cassidy had been looking out the window at the bustling nightlife of the city, turning to face Wenona at the sound of her name. “Have I ever told you how gorgeous you look, all dressed up like this?”

Wenona could feel a small part of her subconscious cringing at her in real time. Wenona was never this openly flirtatious, especially not with a third person around. But in her haze, with four glasses of champagne buzzing their way through her system, she couldn’t find it in her to care about anything else right now.

Cassidy’s cheeks flushed at the compliment. “Thank you.” She chuckled. “I’d say you look gorgeous right now too, but that would imply there’s an outfit out there somewhere that I wouldn’t find you beautiful in.” She leaned in closer to Wenona’s seat, shrinking the space between them.

“Charmer.” Wenona laughed. She leaned towards Cassidy to close the gap further. “Come here.”

Suddenly, Wenona placed her hand on the back of Cassidy’s head and pulled her in for a kiss. It’s a little uncomfortable, given that there’s an unoccupied middle seat’s worth of space between them, so Wenona unbuckled her seatbelt to close the gap. It wasn't safe at all, but Wenona hires good drivers. She can take this chance.

After a few moments, Wenona broke away to give Cassidy a chance to breathe — especially given the fact that she had clearly caught the girl by surprise. Cassidy took barely a moment, her gaze fixed on Wenona’s lips as she leaned back in, just as hungry for the kiss as Wenona was.

Wenona would surely regret this in the morning. But, for her first time making out in the back of a limousine, it wasn’t half bad.

Wenona was getting lost in the moment — the driver long forgotten as she sank into the feeling of Cassidy’s lips, the smell of her perfume, and the feeling of her hands falling to her waist as she pulled Wenona in as close as possible. Wenona felt lost in a daze as one of her hands snaked down to grab onto one of Cassidy’s soft thighs. She could feel Cassidy’s breath stutter into the kiss, the touch clearly unexpected, but she made no attempt to move her hand away.

Wenona felt hungry, emboldened like never before. It had been a mistake to drink too much at the event, but she couldn’t find herself regretting it. Not when everything about this felt so good.

Lost in her self-indulgent haze, Wenona’s hand snaked up from Cassidy’s thigh and towards the buckle of her belt, fiddling to get the latch undone. This time Cassidy did react, pushing Wenona’s hand away and separating from the kiss.

Finally disconnected, Wenona’s eyes met Cassidy’s. The girl was panting, face flushed and lip gloss smeared. “The…” She started, trying to regain her bearings. “The driver, Wenona. We can’t.”

Wenona glanced coldly towards the front seat. The man had two hands on the wheel, eyes fixed forward on the road ahead, making no indication that he noticed nor cared one bit what was happening in the backseat. To be fair, with how much Wenona is paying him, this level of nonchalance was expected. She could all but murder someone in this backseat and he wouldn’t say a peep.

Still, Wenona sighed. Cassidy was right.

Cassidy finished readjusting her tie, a slight flush on her cheeks. She gave Wenona a quick kiss on the cheek before leaning in her ear to whisper, “We’ll be home soon.”

Feeling a little jilted, all Wenona could do was nod, slink back into her original seat, and pretend the last few minutes had had no effect on her. It had clearly had an effect on Cassidy, who resumed looking out the window as she was before, but had been unable to shake the blush from her cheeks, antsy fingers fidgeting with the hem of her vest.

It was a quiet ride the rest of the way.

Eventually, the driver pulled up to the entrance of their building, clearing his throat to get the women’s attention. Wenona thanked the driver as she stepped out, but the man didn't meet her gaze. He glared off into the distance, clearly embarrassed.

'Oh well,' Wenona thought to herself, 'What's he going to do about it?'

Wenona paid him no more mind as sped off into the night.

As the two of them entered the elevator, waiting silently for it to reach their penthouse suite, Wenona couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. What’s wrong with me? She wondered. I’m acting like a animal. How hard is it to wait a couple of minutes? She glanced over at Cassidy, who was staring at her intensely. She turned away quickly as soon as Wenona noticed, folding her hands behind her back and bouncing on her heels like a nervous teenager.

The elevator dinged as they stepped out, Cassidy tossing Wenona the house keys from one of her pockets. Once Wenona got the door open, the two stepped into the kitchen of the apartment. Wenona had barely half a mind to lock the door behind her before throwing the discarded keys to the side.

Finally.

Wenona surged towards Cassidy, grabbing both sides of her face and pulling her into a heated kiss. Cassidy’s hands wrapped around Wenona’s midsection, settling her palms with a firm grip on Wenona’s lower back.

“I’ve been waiting for this all night.” Wenona pulled away from the kiss for a moment, breathless. She put her hands against Cassidy’s shoulders and coaxed her back until she was up against the kitchen counter. “You have no idea.”

Cassidy chuckled, opening her lips to speak before Wenona yanked her forward by her necktie, bringing their lips together again. As Wenona’s hands worked swiftly to undo the buttons of the grey vest, Cassidy’s response died in her throat.

Wenona unclasped the last button and pulled away to breathe. “Take this off.” She demanded, holding a fistful of the grey fabric for emphasis.

“Yes, ma’am.” Cassidy chuckled airily, slipping her arms through the holes and throwing it to the side unceremoniously. Wenona shot her a glare as she undid Cassidy’s tie, as if saying, ’Be serious right now.’ But, when Wenona’s eyes traced back up to Cassidy’s, she noticed the flush in her cheeks, a dark expression reflected in her half-lidded emerald eyes. She knew that if Cassidy didn’t want this, she would’ve said so, but to see her wanton desire reciprocated so eagerly by Cassidy lit a fire deep inside Wenona.

Wenona tossed the tie to the side, briefly lamenting that she no longer had an article of clothing to pull Cassidy around by. It didn't matter, though — Cassidy would follow along with whatever Wenona wanted her to do anyway.

“S-Slow down!” Cassidy exclaimed as Wenona made quick work of undoing her dress shirt. Her excitement may have gotten the better of her, and she had popped one of the buttons off the shirt in the process. “These clothes are expensive!”

‘Expensive’ didn't mean much in Wenona’s vocabulary — she had enough disposable income to buy Cassidy a new tailor-made suit for every hour of the day, and Cassidy knew that, too. But it wasn’t really about the clothes, and what Cassidy was trying to communicate was clear to her. She needed to relax.

“Sorry.” Wenona mumbled, letting go of the shirt with a pout. Hesitantly, she pulled Cassidy into a gentler, slower kiss. This seemed to be much more of Cassidy’s pace, as she sank back against the counter and accepted Wenona’s affection, a quiet groan escaping her throat. Cassidy threw her arms over Wenona’s shoulders, pulling her in closer to deepen the embrace.

After a few moments of steeling herself, Wenona started on Cassidy’s shirt again, acting as slow and methodical as she could. Cassidy showed no apprehension this time, threading a hand into Wenona’s hair, holding it near the base of her scalp to anchor herself.

When she undid the last button and allowed both sides of Cassidy’s shirt to fan out, Wenona took a step back to admire the landscape of Cassidy’s bare torso. As Wenona’s eyes raked down her body, Cassidy turned away, clearly a little embarrassed from being viewed with such fervor.

“Quit staring.” Cassidy mumbled, avoiding Wenona’s gaze.

“You look beautiful.” The words spilled from Wenona’s mouth without even thinking about it, and she leaned in to plant a kiss to Cassidy’s collarbone. Despite having taken off her heels long ago, the difference in height still makes it a little uncomfortable to lean over so far. But Wenona glanced back up at Cassidy to see her flushed in the face, biting her thumb between her teeth in an attempt to be quiet, and Wenona figured she could put up with the discomfort a little longer.

Cassidy leaned back into the counter, placing one hand against the marble behind her to steady herself as Wenona littered her collarbones and shoulders with feather-light kisses. A warm hand steadied itself against Cassidy’s hip, making its presence known before it trailed slowly, teasingly up Cassidy’s stomach. Her fingertips stopped at the bottom hem of Cassidy’s bra, and Wenona looked up towards Cassidy with an unspoken question.

“Please.” Cassidy answered, a huff on her breath. Wenona eagerly obliged, slipping her hand underneath Cassidy’s bra.

Cassidy all but whimpered at the feeling of Wenona’s hands on her chest, teasing her from underneath the fabric. Cassidy had always been very sensitive there, and Wenona was playing that to her advantage.

She pulled her face away from Cassidy’s collarbone to plant a quick kiss on her lips. “You’re beautiful.” She repeated again, like it was a mantra carved into the temple of her soul. In these intimate moments, it’s all she could think to say. “You’re perfect for me.”

Wenona’s never been so sappy before, and she’s a bit ashamed that it only took four glasses of champagne to make her this pathetic. Still, when Cassidy looked down on her with such love and adoration in her eyes and said, “I know,” Wenona found herself thinking that maybe it couldn’t hurt to be vulnerable for her more often.

This time, it was Cassidy that pulled them back into a slow kiss, and she broke for only a moment to say, “Now get on with it.”

Wenona really didn’t have to be told twice. Picking up where they had left off in the car, Wenona’s hand returned to Cassidy’s belt buckle. She struggled to undo the clasp with one hand — possibly due to her excitement, intoxication, or both — and belatedly realized this would have to be a two-handed task.

Cassidy chuckled at Wenona’s struggle. “Shouldn’t you be good at this by now?”

“Be quiet.” Wenona grumbled, finally undoing the stubborn clasp and pulling the belt from the loops of her pants.

No sooner than when the belt hit the floor did Wenona’s hand find its way to the hem of Cassidy’s pants, and then past it as she felt the soft fabric of Cassidy’s boxers. Cassidy’s smug expression from before was suddenly absent as Wenona’s hand cupped her through the fabric, grinding the base of her palm into the front of Cassidy’s underwear. Her hips twitched forward involuntarily, chasing Wenona’s touch.

“God, Wenona…” Cassidy’s head fell forward onto Wenona’s shoulder as a hand rocked back and forth against her clit, almost infuriatingly slow.

Wenona’s fingers could feel the dampness that had soaked through Cassidy’s boxers. It was her turn to tease now. “Eager, aren’t you?”

Cassidy groaned in annoyance, but cut herself off with a sharp inhale as Wenona ground her hand down especially forcefully. “B-Be quiet…” She mumbled, echoing Wenona from mere moments ago. “I said to get on with it.”

Wenona smiled. For her, the past ten minutes had been nothing but a massive exercise in restraint to not jump Cassidy's bones the second they had passed the threshold. Cassidy had been the one to ask her to take it slow at first, and now she had the green light.

Wenona’s hand finally slipped into Cassidy’s boxers, placing a thumb against her bare clit. Cassidy outright moaned, throwing her head back from Wenona’s shoulder so quickly she only narrowly avoided hitting her head on the cabinet behind her. Not that Cassidy really noticed, though.

“God, Wenona, finally…” She exhaled shakily, eyes pinched shut as her hips rocked into the motion of Wenona’s hand. Wenona wasn’t even sure if Cassidy realized she was doing it.

Wenona’s fingers rubbed against her in a steady motion. “Does that feel alright?” She asked quietly. She had a feeling she knew the answer, but it still felt necessary to ask.

“More than alright,” Cassidy groaned, finding Wenona’s unoccupied hand and threading their fingers together. “God, you don’t know how much I wanted this, too.”

Cassidy panted beneath her, and Wenona, strangely, felt somewhat out of breath as well. Cassidy had barely even touched her, but Wenona still felt that deep ache in her core. It was hard to deny just how worked up she could get herself just by watching Cassidy fall apart like this.

Wenona’s fingers grazed over Cassidy’s entrance, feeling the more than sufficiently wetness that soaked her fingertips. Wenona felt a bit of pride surge through her, that she could have this effect on the girl. Emboldened by this, and perhaps a bit too excited, Wenona suddenly slipped two fingers in to the knuckle.

“Ow!” Cassidy yelped, jumping from the surprise. “Careful there, geez!”

Wenona was stunned for the briefest of moments, stuttering out a “Sorry,” and halting the motion of her hand. She’s done this many times before — she knows how Cassidy prefers these things to go. That’s why she didn’t understand why she was acting so amateur all of the sudden. The alcohol was messing with her head. She was losing her patience.

“It’s fine,” Cassidy huffed at Wenona, “Just try to be a little more gentle.”

“Right.” Wenona’s cheeks flushed.

Wenona slowly resumed the motion of her hand, rocking in and out in a slow, smooth motion. She watched Cassidy's face attentively for any signs of discomfort.

“Yeah, that’s—” Cassidy’s breath hitched, and Wenona can feel Cassidy’s hand tighten around hers. “Better.”

Wenona’s previously shaken confidence seemed to return to her, spurred on by Cassidy’s reaction.

Cassidy’s head was bowed again, eyes squeezed shut and lips parted. Her hand gripped Wenona’s tightly, tight enough that it was almost beginning to hurt, but Wenona didn’t mind. It was a little quirk of hers that Wenona found oddly endearing — that she liked to hold onto Wenona’s hand when they were intimate.

Most attractive of all, though, were the sounds that fell from Cassidy’s lips. Her breaths came in short, subdued pants, like she was trying her best not to be heard. Seeking to confirm this suspicion, Wenona gave an especially deep, sharp thrust, drawing a stifled moan from Cassidy’s throat. Cassidy released Wenona’s hand instantly to clasp her hand over her mouth, muffling the tail end of the sound.

Wenona hummed in disappointment. She wanted to hear every sound that fell from Cassidy's lips. This wouldn't do.

Wenona took her now unoccupied hand and wrapped it around Cassidy’s fingers, pulling her hand from her mouth. “Don’t be embarrassed, Cass.” Wenona soothed. “You know how much I love to hear your voice like this.”

Wenona sealed off her words by stealing Cassidy’s lips in a kiss, taking the hand that Cassidy had held over her mouth and pinning it against the counter behind her. She could feel the vibrations of moans coming from Cassidy's throat resonating through the kiss, absorbing all the sweet sounds she pulled from her with every jerk of her wrist.

Wenona pulled away from the kiss with a pop, leaving the blissful sounds of Cassidy's voice free to carry through the room. She seemed ready enough, Wenona reasoned, and she sped up her fingers to a faster, rougher pace.

“Wenon— Ah, fuck!” Cassidy whined, her breath coming out ragged and high-pitched. Wenona watched Cassidy lift her hand off the counter in a gut-instinct to cover her mouth again, but she caught herself on the way up and brought her hand to Wenona’s shoulder instead.

“Good.” Wenona smiled. “You’re doing really good.” She praised, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Cassidy’s cheek.

Cassidy squeezed her eyes shut again, her face turned to the side and away from Wenona. Her lip trembled and her fingertips dug into Wenona’s shoulder hard enough to turn her knuckles white. A thin sheen of sweat had coated her torso, her button up shirt having slipped off one shoulder to reveal more of her upper body.

“G-God Wenona, I—” Cassidy choked out, her voice high and unsteady. She paused her sentence halfway through to take a sharp inhale before continuing. “I’m—!”

“That’s alright, come on.” Wenona cooed, moving her thumb to rub against Cassidy’s clit in rhythm with her fingers. Cassidy’s knees buckled under the extra stimulation, and Wenona brought a hand to her hip to steady her against the counter.

“Fuck, please, I’m—” Cassidy’s babbling devolved into a whimper as she rocked her hips down into Wenona’s touch, trying to pull her deeper. Wenona happily obliged, pressing her fingers in as deep as they would go.

Cassidy’s jaw fell open slack as she came, cries of Wenona’s name falling from her lips unrestrained as she twitched helplessly around Wenona’s fingers. Her breathing was stuttered and sharp, coming in short gasps as she sucked air through her teeth, head pressed into Wenona’s shoulder. Wenona held her in a firm grip as Cassidy's trembling legs threatened to give out on her.

Wenona maintained a steady pace, murmuring reassurances into her ear as she talked Cassidy through her high. She kept the driving motion of her wrist until she could feel the way Cassidy’s leg twitched against hers, bordering on overstimulation.

Only once Cassidy’s breathing had slowed down into quiet pants and her head lifted from Wenona’s shoulder did Wenona slide her fingers out of her. As she slipped her hands out of Cassidy's boxers and took in the sight of (what remained of) her outfit, Wenona made a mental note to buy a new pair of dress pants for her — if she ever intended on wearing this suit again.

Wenona placed one hand on Cassidy cheek, brushing aside damp, sweaty bangs. She placed a quick kiss on Cassidy’s forehead.

“Are you feeling alright?” She asked, affection seeping through her tone.

“Mhm…” Cassidy mumbled, leaning into the feeling of Wenona’s hand on her face.

Wenona smiled, a playful lilt in her voice. “That didn’t take you very long, did it?”

Cassidy’s face flushed bright red. She would've been lucky if that had lasted even two minutes.

“Sh-Shut up!” She laughed nervously. “I just— I was just a little excited. But you started it! In the car you—” She leveled an accusing finger at Wenona. “You got me all worked up, you— dammit!”

She laughed. Cassidy could be pretty cute when she was flustered.

Wenona took a step back from the counter, giving Cassidy a moment to adjust the waistband of her pants back to where it should be. Or at least, close enough to where it should be for her to be able to make it to the bedroom without tripping over her pant cuffs. She shrugged her dress shirt off her other shoulder, leaving it to lay on the counter behind her.

“Y’know, I’m feeling a little exposed being the only one undressed right now.” Cassidy chuckled nervously. To her credit, the only part of her outfit that Wenona had lost since stepping through the door had been her heels. There was hardly so much as a ruffle in the teal fabric of her dress.

“Be patient.” Wenona laughed. It was hypocritical of her, though — Wenona had not been the least bit patient all night. She offered a hand to Cassidy, and when the girl took it, she pulled her into a soft, sweet kiss. It was innocent and chaste, in stark contrast to the insatiable hunger Wenona had displayed just moments ago. She slipped a hand around Cassidy’s bare waist when she pulled away, and Cassidy jumped at the feeling of cold hands on her exposed skin.

“Come on.” Wenona said curtly, her hands leaving Cassidy’s waist as she turned her back to her. She took quick steps towards their bedroom, turning around to shoot a look at Cassidy over her shoulder. “Aren’t you coming?”

Cassidy, after a brief moment of buffering, stumbled after her.

Wenona was already somewhat settled in the room when Cassidy entered, leaning over the vanity to unclip her earrings in the mirror. Wenona’s dress was open-backed, revealing to her the vast expanse of smooth skin and toned muscles. Cassidy approached slowly, unable to think of anything right now other than the seductive curve of Wenona's spine.

She drew her hands around Wenona’s midsection from behind, pulling her close so that she could bury her face in the crook of Wenona’s neck. With a hum, she placed a kiss to the sloped muscle where Wenona’s neck met her shoulders. Now finished removing her jewelry, Wenona turned over her shoulder to glance at her.

“Hello.” She smiled, voice full and warm.

“Hey.” Cassidy echoed, voice slightly muffled in Wenona’s skin.

They remained there for a beat, taking in the quiet moment. Cassidy leaned further into Wenona, soaking in the warmth of her presence by pulling herself as close against Wenona’s back as she could manage. Wenona revelled in the feeling in turn. It was nice, the way Cassidy’s warm body heated up the skin of her back, having been so cold and exposed all night. She felt connected to Cassidy in a way, both physically and spiritually. She held Wenona so tight, Wenona almost couldn’t tell where she ended and Cassidy began, like two twin flames coalescing into a warm, fiery glow.

Wenona was broken out of her thoughts by Cassidy’s hands, which had earlier rested contentedly around her waist, now snaking their way up her abdomen. They settled on the fabric tied around the back of Wenona's neck, tugging on one of the loops supporting the dress. If Cassidy pulled the knot loose, the entire dress would fall to the floor like a sack of bricks.

“Isn’t it time you take this off?” She pleaded, resting her chin on Wenona’s shoulder and making eye contact through the mirror.

Wenona smiled, turning around as Cassidy was forced to let go. Wenona stepped away from the vanity, stalking towards her. Every step Wenona took forward, Cassidy took one back, until the backside of her knees hit the edge of the bed. Wenona’s hand touched Cassidy’s shoulder, pushing her down gently until she was sat on the bed.

Her hands trailed back up to the fabric tied around her neck, deftly pulling the knot loose. The fabric fell from her body at once, like a museum curator pulling the silk sheet off a marble statue, glowing with divine beauty and radiance. She looked ethereal.

“Holy shit.” Cassidy mumbled, slack-jawed.

Wenona stepped out of the dress, now only in her undergarments. Cassidy picked her jaw up off the floor, placing her hands on Wenona’s hips as the older woman stood over her.

“You’re staring.” Wenona smiled, running a hand down Cassidy’s cheek.

“I’d be insane not to…” Cassidy chuckled lightly.

Wenona did not rebut, and instead trailed her hand downwards towards the waistband of Cassidy’s dress pants. “These,” She tugged on the fabric for emphasis. “Need to come off.”

Cassidy nodded quickly, standing up to pull the fabric from her hips. Wenona, meanwhile, walked around to the other side of the mattress, fishing underneath the bed for a familiar black box. By the time Cassidy had rid herself of her pants and boxers, Wenona had already found what she was looking for.

She had her back turned to Cassidy as she fiddled with the black leather harness, tugging it up over her hips and carefully clasping each latch in place with a click. Cassidy slowly rounded to the other side of the bed as Wenona sat down on the mattress’s edge, fixing the matching black rubber attachment into the harness.

When Wenona finished getting the strap-on fully situated around her hips, Cassidy couldn’t help but avert her eyes with a flush of her cheeks. It still felt so lewd of her to be doing this. She had never imagined this being Wenona’s sort of thing, but surprisingly, it had become one of Wenona’s favorite toys to use in the bedroom.

Cassidy snapped out of her thoughts when she realized Wenona was looking at her, head cocked to the side with a coy smile on her face.

“Hey,” She called, grabbing Cassidy’s hand and pulling her to stand in front of her, “Are you ready?”

Cassidy nodded and sat down on Wenona’s lap. They made eye contact, briefly, before Wenona slowly leaned in for a kiss. It was slow and easy — the way she knew Cassidy preferred it — and Wenona melted into the feeling of Cassidy's embrace. Her hand traveled to the back of Cassidy’s head, carefully undoing the elastic tie that kept her soft red hair held up. It cascaded down over her shoulders like a waterfall, just as beautifully as Wenona had imagined it would.

As the kiss continued, Wenona noticed the way Cassidy’s hips began to rock against her thighs — subtle, but noticeable nonetheless. She could hear the quiet grunts and whines that would slip past her as she ground herself into Wenona’s thigh. Experimentally, Wenona timed herself to push her leg up into Cassidy’s hips on the next pass, and the sudden increase in pressure pulled a sharp gasp out of Cassidy.

“Jesus Christ, Wenona…” Cassidy muttered, voice low.

“We can take it further, if you want.” Wenona ventured. “Or you can keep humping my leg like a sad dog. Your choice.”

Cassidy’s face flushed bright red. “D-Don’t say it like that!”

Wenona chuckled lightly. Despite Cassidy’s mild mortification, she raised her hips off of Wenona’s lap and slowly lined herself up over the toy. Wenona’s eyes roamed up to Cassidy’s face, watching the way the concentrated look on her face faltered as she slowly took up the length of the rubber toy.

When Cassidy had sunk down all the way, her hips flush against Wenona’s, she paused to collect herself. Her hands still rested on Wenona’s waist, and her thumb absently brushed up and down Wenona’s side as she adjusted to the feeling.

Wenona was a bit ticklish, and it was, quite frankly, getting very hard to keep a straight face when Cassidy was running her fingers over her side so tenderly. So, she carefully took Cassidy’s hands and guided them up to her shoulders instead. Once Cassidy had gotten a steady enough grip on her, she moved her own hands to firmly grasp either side of Cassidy’s hips.

She wouldn’t rush her, of course — Cassidy would get to decide when they start and at what pace they end up going — but it helps to have a grip on her hips to guide her through the motions. Especially so when her legs inevitably become weak and shaky.

After a sufficient period to get settled, Cassidy slowly draws her hips up again, sighing at the feeling of the toy dragging inside of her. She lowers herself back to the hilt again with a shaky exhale, and Wenona smiles up at her.

“There we go, just like that.”

Cassidy averts her eyes at the praise, face flushed. She looks as though there’s something she wants to say in return, but any snarky response dies in her throat as Wenona gently guides her hips to rise upwards again.

Encouraged by the feeling of Wenona’s hands on her skin, guiding her motions, Cassidy settled into a slow, even rhythm. She acclimated to the feeling quicker than she had expected, feeling that familiar, blissful warmth spread through her body.

Wenona watched her contentedly, taking in the show Cassidy was giving right in front of her. Wenona couldn't look away from her — the sounds she made, the sight of the toy disappearing inside of her and then reappearing again, the eroticism of it all. It was exhilarating to see Cassidy like this, but she couldn’t deny the way it made her feel as well. Every time Cassidy’s hips sank down to meet hers, pressed as closely as she could, Wenona could feel the way the harness would press down against her clit. Wenona had to bite her lip to stifle a groan bubbling up in her throat as Cassidy rocked above her.

“God…” Cassidy groaned, bowing her head forward. Wenona removed her hands from Cassidy's hips, unnecessary now that Cassidy had set her own careful pace. Wenona faltered for a moment, unsure of what to do with her hands, until an idea crossed her mind. With a coy smile, she brought one hand to settle on Cassidy’s upper back and the other cupped around the nape of her neck. She pulled her in closer until her teeth grazed against the crook of Cassidy’s neck.

“...What are you— ow!” Cassidy yelped as Wenona’s teeth dug into her flesh.

Wenona pulled away from the crook of Cassidy’s neck to admire her work. The mark was clearly visible, but no trace of blood marred Cassidy's pale skin.

“I didn’t even break the skin.” She huffed. “You’ll be alright.” She leaned back into Cassidy’s neck, planting gentle kisses onto the mark she had just left, the skin already red and irritated around the imprint of Wenona’s teeth.

“People are gonna see that, you know…” Cassidy mumbled, embarrassed.

That’s the point, Wenona thought to herself. Though, it was strangely out of character for her — Wenona never liked leaving marks where anyone could see them, on herself or on Cassidy. Something about tonight (her intoxication, no doubt) had left her feeling uncharacteristically possessive.

“We have plenty of concealer.” Wenona hummed. “And turtlenecks.”

Cassidy conceded with a grumble, returning her attention to the roll of her hips. Wenona hummed in satisfaction, sinking back into the soft, pristine skin of Cassidy’s neck, determined to cover the space in as many hickeys and lipstick marks as she could manage.

The smell of sweat started to fill the room. Wenona should hate it, but she couldn’t bring herself to. Not when Cassidy looked like this, panting with exertion and whispering Wenona’s name under her breath. She sped up her pace, rising up and down on the toy with more desperation than before, spurred on by the feeling of Wenona’s lips grazing her skin.

“You’re doing really well for me.” Wenona huffed. She bit back a groan, trying to ignore the ever-increasing ache inside her every time Cassidy’s hips ground down into hers. A bead of sweat trickled down Wenona’s back, and it was becoming increasingly hard to deny the effect this was having on her.

Although, no matter how much it was affecting Wenona, it was all clearly affecting Cassidy much more. Her hands were digging into Wenona’s shoulders, almost painfully tight, and her breaths fell in short, ragged pants. It was noticeable how Cassidy was having a hard time keeping up this faster pace, so Wenona’s hands returned to her waist to help guide her motions. Her grip on Cassidy was a bit tight, but the girl didn’t seem to care much at all, gladly submitting control of the pace back to Wenona.

It worked well for a bit, but it was getting clearer and clearer that this position wouldn’t do it anymore. Cassidy’s legs shook from where they straddled either side of Wenona’s hips, and she didn’t appear as though she would be able to support her own body weight in this position for much longer.

Wenona hands guided Cassidy to a stop. Cassidy rose her head to look back at her, eyes lidded and breathing unsteady.

“Why are we stopping?” She whined, frustrated by the sudden lack of stimulation. She tried to grind her hips a bit, to get some friction back, but Wenona’s hands held her steady.

“Hold still.” She grumbled, irritated. “I’m just moving us.”

In one smooth motion, Wenona wrapped her arms around Cassidy, pulling them as close together as she could manage before carefully flipping them over.

“Woah!” Cassidy’s legs wrapped around Wenona’s hips in surprise as she was deposited on her back. She took a moment to adjust to her world suddenly being spun one hundred and eighty degrees on her, releasing her leg-lock from around Wenona’s hips. She sank into the plush feeling of the mattress, watching Wenona carefully as she leaned over top of her.

She adjusted herself on the mattress, trying to get comfortable with the sudden change in position. Something felt mildly uncomfortable about the way she was laying, though, and she struggled to fully relax into the bed. She couldn't seem to figure out what was bothering her.

Wenona seemed to notice this discomfort. “Lift your head.”

Cassidy did, and Wenona grabbed a pillow from off to the side and situated it underneath Cassidy’s head. It felt better immediately, and Cassidy melted into the feeling of the plush mattress. She never understood how Wenona was so good at knowing exactly what Cassidy needed at any given moment.

“Thank you.” Cassidy smiled. “You’re sweet.”

A small smile spread across Wenona's face as she admired the girl beneath her.

“Now hurry up and fuck me.”

Wenona sputtered for a moment, caught off guard by the unexpectedly crass demand. She recovered quickly, though, and set her hips in motion again.

Cassidy should’ve figured that the second she relinquished her control of the situation, Wenona would set a much quicker pace, but she found herself getting caught by surprise regardless.

“J-Jesus, Wenona…!” Cassidy grunted, sinking into the mattress and lolling her head to the side. Her hands suddenly rose to grab onto Wenona’s back, pulling her closer. Wenona sank down to her elbows when Cassidy pulled her down, their faces now less than a foot apart.

“Is this okay?” Wenona panted. This position was clearly more physically demanding for her than before, but she was a fairly athletic woman. She could handle this. With how it was going, it didn’t look like Cassidy would last much longer, anyway.

“Fuck, it’s more than okay…” She moaned lowly, digging her nails into Wenona’s back at an especially hard thrust. Wenona’s eye seemed to twitch in pain very briefly, but if the feeling of nails in her skin bothered her any more beyond that, she didn’t show it in her face.

Wenona had fallen into a rhythm by now. It was becoming harder and harder to ignore the burning in her leg muscles and the way her abs strained to maintain the position. But, the sight of Cassidy sprawled out beneath her, her red hair fanning around her head like a halo, made her forget every single complaint she could've conjured up.

“Nngh- Wenona—!” Cassidy whined. She was getting close, and it was clear she was having a harder and harder time controlling her volume. She brought the back of her hand up to rest over her mouth, although it did very little to muffle the sounds regardless.

Wenona didn’t chastise her, but simply brought her hand up to meet Cassidy’s, intertwining their fingers and bringing her hand back to her side. She gave Cassidy’s hand a quick, supportive squeeze, and Cassidy gave her one back in return.

Wenona could tell Cassidy was close. She knew Cassidy’s mannerisms like the back of her hand, no matter how much the girl would try to hide it. She could tell it by the way that Cassidy’s legs shook, the way she squeezed her eyes closed, breaths coming out shallow and shaky, hitched by every thrust.

“Wenona, I—” Cassidy cut herself off with a gasp and a hiss of air sucked through her teeth.

“I know.” Wenona soothed. She brought a hand up to rest against Cassidy’s cheek, and Cassidy leaned into it immediately. Her eyes were barely open at all, but she spared a glance up at Wenona. Wenona could’ve been short-circuited by the look Cassidy gave her — the amount of love and trust conveyed in a single gaze.

Cassidy never liked vulnerability. She never liked opening herself up for other people to see her, to judge her. But with Wenona, she would bare open her soul. She had nothing to hide from her.

Cassidy’s eyes slipped shut again. Her mouth fell open and her head turned, hiding her face in the side of the pillow. Wenona took the chance to quietly remove her hand from Cassidy’s face, trailing it down her stomach. Cassidy glanced a look down, following the path of Wenona’s hand until it settled between her legs, placing the pad of her thumb against Cassidy’s clit.

“Ah!” Cassidy cried, throwing her head back into the pillow. Her back was arching into Wenona’s touch, and she bit down on a finger between her teeth to try and contain herself. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, Wenona—!”

Cassidy’s back arched off the mattress as she came, the sound of Wenona's name being the first thing to leave her mouth. It started as a desperate cry and tapered off into a breathy whine as Cassidy grabbed a fistful of the pillow, her other hand squeezing Wenona’s painfully tight. Her legs seemed to twitch aimlessly against the mattress before wrapping around Wenona’s hips, pulling her flush against her and holding her there, as deep as she could go. Wenona’s thumb continued to rub against Cassidy’s clit, until a hand shot down and seized her wrist.

“Stop!” She whined. “It's too much!”

Wenona slowed her motions to a stop as Cassidy ride out the tail end of her high. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, a warm flush having spread across her body. Her face was sweaty and voice hoarse, and her eyes watered from the intensity of it.

“Mnnn…” Cassidy groaned lowly, her legs finally releasing their hold and dropping limply to her sides. She finally let go of Wenona’s hand and Wenona observed the painful, crescent-shaped marks that Cassidy’s nails had left behind. Aren’t lesbians supposed to have short nails? She grumbled internally.

Wenona pulled out slowly, disconnecting the harness from her hips and setting the toy back into the open box on the floor. There’ll be time to clean up later.

“How are you feeling?” Wenona flopped down on her back next to Cassidy. Cassidy turned to look at her, looking as though her soul had only just now returned to her body.

“That was awesome.” Cassidy chuckled airily, still getting her breath back. “We should go to these events more often, if this is the kind of stuff you do to get out your frustration after.”

Wenona furrowed her eyebrows. “These events are not fun, Cassidy, no matter how you look at it. It's scummy — not a single one of them care about sustainability, they just pledge flimsy climate goals so that they stay within compliance of the current climate legislation. Then they can pump enough of their profits into the pockets of politicians who can change the legislation and—”

Cassidy cut her off with a giggle. “You just made me see god and you want to talk about the economy?” She gave Wenona a hearty laugh. “You need to work on your pillow talk, girl.”

Wenona’s face flushed. “I wasn’t— I didn’t mean to go off on a tangent.” She sputtered. “We got off topic, you know how I feel about those kinds of scummy men.”

“And now you’ve found a way to bring men into it.” Cassidy laughed, rolling to the side and using her arms as a pillow. “Failing the Bechdel test right after having lesbian sex has got to be a new low for feminism, Wenona.”

Wenona shot up from the bed, embarrassed by how badly she was losing this quarrel. “Whatever. This doesn’t matter. I’m going to start up a shower.”

As Wenona tried to stand up, Cassidy’s hand shot out to grab her wrist. “Hoooooold on.” She drawled, tugging Wenona back down onto the bed. “It hasn’t been your turn yet.”

Wenona’s face flushed. “Wha… What do you mean?”

She knew exactly what Cassidy meant, and she cursed herself for sounding so stupid when the words tumbled out of her mouth.

“You know…” Cassidy crawled over to Wenona, leaning in closer until her face was inches from Wenona’s. “Returning the favor?”

Cassidy’s hand grazed down Wenona’s toned abdomen until it settled between her legs, grazing teasingly light touches over the thin fabric of her underwear. Wenona felt sparks fly through her body, and her attention was suddenly drawn back to the deep, wanting ache between her legs that really had never really gone away.

Wenona sputtered for a response, but what could she say? She had been worked up all night, did she really have the strength to deny it? She wanted this bad.

“Aren’t you tired?” Is the only response she could muster.

Cassidy smiled and moved to climb over Wenona, knees situated on either side of Wenona’s hips. “I’m never too tired for a girl as beautiful as you.”

Wenona muttered under her breath. “God, you’re shameless.” Despite saying that, she grabbed the back of Cassidy’s head and pulled her in for a kiss.

Given the green light now, Cassidy wasted no time. Her hands floated to Wenona’s waist, grazing her rough fingertips over Wenona’s smooth skin. Her aim was to guide Wenona to move up on the bed, so Cassidy would have room to work with, but Wenona jerked away under her touch.

Wenona pulled away from the kiss to glare at her. “Dammit, Cass.” She chastised. “Stop that.”

Cassidy removed her hands from Wenona’s waist, holding them in the air where Wenona could see them. “Sorry, sorry. Forgot you’re so ticklish.” She rested a hand on Wenona's thigh. “I’m trying to get you to move up. I’m running out of bed over here.” She laughed.

Wenona grumbled, but moved back regardless. She settled against the head of the bed, relaxing into the mountain of pillows that had accumulated there. Cassidy crawled up after her, but stopped once her face was hovering over Wenona’s abdomen. She leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss against Wenona’s navel.

Wenona glanced to the side, feeling suddenly bashful. It felt odd to be worshipped like this, like she was a piece of art — beautiful and reverable, but still ultimately fragile. When Cassidy hooked a finger over the hem of Wenona’s underwear, glancing up at her for confirmation, Wenona thought to herself that she wished she could see herself through Cassidy’s eyes. She wished she could see herself with the same reverence that Cassidy saw in her.

Wenona was snapped out of it by a tapping at her hip. “Hey,” Cassidy asked lightly. “You okay?”

Wenona shook the thoughts free from her mind. “Yes,” She murmured, bringing a hand down to twine into Cassidy’s hair. “Yes, I’m alright. Keep going.”

Cassidy smiled at her, that beautiful smile, before tugging again on Wenona’s underwear.

“Lift your hips.”

Wenona complied, and soon thereafter, the garment had been flung off into the distance of their room. Cassidy brought her hand up, feeling the dampness that coated her fingers.

“Someone’s eager.” She teased.

Wenona groaned in embarrassment, throwing her head back and hiding her eyes behind her forearm. “This is your fault.”

Cassidy chuckled. “I’m honored.”

Just as Wenona was about to get out some other quick-witted retort, Cassidy leaned in and placed a small kiss against her clit. Wenona hips twitched at the sudden contact, and she drew a sharp, shaky inhale between her teeth.

“God…” She muttered, leaning back into the pillow. The hand in Cassidy’s hair tightened, but that didn’t seem to bother the other girl as she placed the flat of her tongue against Wenona’s core.

Cassidy was slow and methodical as she ate her out, almost torturously so. Wenona’s fingers twitched as she resisted the urge to tug harshly on Cassidy’s hair, to tell her to ’Hurry the hell up’ or ’Go faster already’. The anticipation was killing her — she could feel the rapid beating of her pulse and the heaviness of her eyes, like someone had thrown a blanket over her senses. All she could feel right now was Cassidy.

“Cass…” Wenona murmured. A warning, but with no real ground to stand on. Wenona was not used to this. As a businesswoman, she always had something she could leverage in a deal, something she had that the other side would want. But she had made the choice to submit to Cassidy, and that power of leverage, of bargaining, had vanished.

Luckily, Cassidy didn’t seem to care much for bargaining. At the end of the day, she was on Wenona's leash. She would do whatever was asked of her.

Cassidy’s gaze traveled up to Wenona’s, checking in her face for signs of approval. Experimentally, Cassidy closed her lips around Wenona’s clit and sucked hard.

“Fuck!” Wenona moaned loudly, pushing her head back into the pillow as her hips bucked off the mattress involuntarily. This was shameful. Wenona did not swear like this during sex. It was lewd, it was vulgar, it was tactless — but even so, she couldn’t have stopped herself. Wenona had been pent up all night, left aching and wanting, and Cassidy had finally given her what she needed.

Wenona could feel the way Cassidy’s lips twitched into a smile against her. She brought her hands back to Wenona’s hips, gently anchoring them back into place. She had picked up a slightly quicker pace now. Whether that was because she knew Wenona was at her wits end, or she was just growing impatient herself, Wenona didn't know.

“A-Ah, Cass—!” She whined, feeling another spark of pleasure shoot through her core. It was embarrassing just how quickly Cassidy could undo her like this. Her chest rose and fell unevenly, sucking in gasps of air occasionally, then releasing them in breathy whines and hushed pleas. “Cassie, please—”

The hand not planted in Cassidy’s hair had grabbed hold of the bedsheet, and Wenona had to strain herself not to accidentally tear the fabric. Cassidy was not so lucky, however, and Wenona, through her haze, yanked a little too roughly on her hair.

She could hear, albeit slightly muffled, the pained whine that came from Cassidy immediately after, and a twinge of remorse hit Wenona. She wanted to apologize, but before her lips could even form the start of an apology, a wave of overwhelming pleasure wracked through her.

“Cassie!” She whined, voice uncharacteristically high through her breathlessness. Cassidy had not only brushed off the pain, but had returned to her task with more intensity and desire than before. The gears turned in Wenona's head, and she chuckled airily once the realization had hit her.

“Cass,” She called teasingly, struggling to get the words out between gasps of air. “You — fuck…! You liked that, didn’t you?”

Cassidy, predictably, said nothing, but silence was an answer in itself. Wenona let out a low chuckle, but that soon broke off into soft moans again as Cassidy shook off her embarrassment, likely motivated now to do whatever she could to shut Wenona up. To her credit, it was working tremendously well — Wenona was having a very difficult time getting out more than a couple words at a time, sandwiched between shaky inhales and quiet whimpers.

Wenona could feel the pleasure building up inside of her, ready to overflow. Experimentally, she gave another sharp pull to Cassidy’s hair, revelling in the feeling of Cassidy moaning against her skin. She wanted to tease her for it, but her mind and body were starting to escape her, and she was losing her composure.

“Cass, oh god, you’re— fuck, keep going—!” She whined, breath high-pitched and airy. In about sixty seconds, she’d be mortified at the desperate babble coming out of her mouth right now. Currently, she could not possibly care less. “I’m so close, Cassie—!”

Wenona’s hand coiled hard on the back of Cassidy's head, pulling her in as close as she could possibly manage. Cassidy whined through the discomfort, eating her out her like a starved woman. Wenona was already teetering over the edge when she felt two fingertips prod at her entrance, slipping in with almost no resistance. When she felt those fingers curl against her insides, it felt like fireworks going off inside of her.

Wenona let out a shameless cry of Cassidy’s name as she reached her peak, fingers digging into Cassidy’s hair and the silk sheets in an attempt to anchor herself. Her back arched off the mattress, her breath frozen in her lungs in a moment of pure ecstasy. Cassidy did not slow down, keeping a firm grip on Wenona as she attempted to follow the erratic twitching of her hips.

“Cassie, god…!” She whimpered, high-pitched and vulnerable. Her hands shook in their grip in Cassidy’s hair, whole body trembling as she felt the aftershocks wash through her.

When the feeling was starting to be too much for her, Wenona pulled the girl up by the hand in her hair.

“Ow! Alright, alright!” Cassidy groaned, bring a hand up to pry Wenona's hand from her hair. She found it amusing Cassidy still had the capacity to air her grievances, despite her obvious breathlessness.

Wenona’s hand fell limply back to her side, too tired to do anything but lay like a corpse as the waves of bliss slowly passed through her, her whole body buzzing with warmth.

Cassidy smiled at her, exhaustion clear in her eyes as she climbed up to rest next to Wenona. She laid her head down on Wenona’s chest, content and comfortable despite the way Wenona's chest still rose and fell unsteadily. Wenona’s hand weakly brushed against Cassidy’s face, brushing aside sweaty bangs as the other girl’s eyes slipped shut.

“So.” Wenona started, once she’d recovered enough. “Hair pulling. That’s new.”

Cassidy shot up from her spot, redness overtaking her face. “That—!” She looked mortified, hiding her face in her hands. “It wasn't like that, I…!”

Wenona chuckled. “It wasn't? Are you sure?”

“Yeah! I wasn’t even that into it, it was just…” Cassidy waved her hand dismissively. “A heat of the moment thing.”

Wenona wanted to believe her, but the bashful expression on Cassidy’s face betrayed her. To be honest, though, she was too tired to tease her any further. The combination of the late hour, the many drinks she had, and the… recent physical exertion had meant that Wenona was beyond just tired. She could already feel herself slipping away, sinking into the comfort of their plush mattress.

She held her arms out in front of her expectantly. “Come lay down.” She yawned. “It’s time for bed.”

Cassidy shook her head vehemently. “No way. You’re getting in the shower.”

Wenona grumbled, dropping her arms back to her sides. "Can't we shower in the morning?”

“You,” Cassidy started, leaning over Wenona and jabbing a finger in her chest. “Smell like a wino. And you're covered in sweat. You’re showering.”

Before Wenona could say anything, Cassidy had grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet. Wenona thought she had recovered already, but her legs almost gave out under her when forced to her feet so suddenly. Cassidy was already on her way, though, disappearing beyond the doorway to the bathroom. Shortly after, the sound of running water reached her ears.

Wenona wiped a layer of sweat from her brow. Yeah, maybe it’s best she didn’t go to sleep like this.

Walking into the bathroom after her, Wenona eyed herself briefly in the mirror as she walked by. She turned her back to the mirror, looking over her shoulder to admire the deep red scratch marks Cassidy’s nails had left in her back.

Well. Maybe these events aren't so bad.