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Victoria has been here before. In Cassie’s house. If anything she’s quite used to it. The smell of it invites her in every time she steps through the doorway. She’s well acquainted with the hard wood floors of the living room, the chandelier in the dining room, right above the dinner table. That table is practically her best friend when she’s there, runner up: the couch. She’s even made nice with the slightly scary, carpet-lined basement staircase, opting to leave the door open whenever she’s over. Sitting, – not ‘Babysitting’, Harrison said so – Victoria has learned, is like living in someone else’s home for a few hours, seeing their personal lives.
It took so long for her to come around to the idea of even ringing Cassie’s doorbell, she always just texted, but after Cassie had giggled at her, massaged a hand into Victoria’s shoulder, fingers reaching over her collarbone and insisted she use the bell, she folded immediately, nodding curtly, feeling her cheeks flare. She’s a simple girl. Victoria used the doorbell the next time, and the next, and so on. So, yes, she feels comfortable enough to say she knows Cassie’s house like the back of her hand. Almost. There is one room Victoria refuses to step foot in.
She always avoids the bathroom, the upstairs bathroom, to be exact. She simply does not have the courage to go in there. She rarely feels alright using the one in the hallway, the showerless one, decorated for guests.
But here she is. Alone with Cassie McKay. Alone in her politely square bathroom, watching her pull her hair down from its updo, smelling her as she paces around a bit, arms moving, fingers carding through her wooden, brown, reddish hair, quickly untangling the kinks. Victoria feels like she’s choking, feels like she’s suffocating and surrounded by this woman in front of her, around her, everywhere. Choking on her beauty.
And, she’s not here for babysitting. Harrison away with her father, Cassie so politely stated earlier, by the lockers, the two of them gathering their stuff. Cassie is far more direct than she thinks she is, or maybe she knows and doesn’t care. Victoria likes it. It makes her cheeks burn, and she likes it.
(“Hey… You’re mom’s gone home for the day, right?” Cassie says, face turned and tilted towards her. She’s busy frantically stuffing her bag. Today was long, she’s ready to leave.
“Ah. Yeah.” She tosses her bag over her shoulder and closes her locker shut, the lock clicks.
“How are you getting home?”
“The bus,” And she groans, she can’t help herself.
Cassie closes her own locker, the sound is louder. She frowns a bit before speaking again, taking her time and giving Victoria a long one over. “You’ve got blood in your hair, Vic, I cannot let you just take the bus.”
Victoria feels her cheeks heat up, the apples of them swirling with emotion. “It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s only twenty ish minutes. I’ll manage.”
Cassie clicks her tongue and shakes her head, “Yes, yes, of course, but you shouldn’t have to.” Cassie looks around them, ponytail whipping behind her, “You can come over, freshen up a bit.” And she winks at her as her whispers die down, lips curling up into an inviting grin.
“Oh, Cassie, I don’t want to intrude,” Victoria says, wringing her hands in front of her.
Cassie huffs out a breath, a breath that says, What the hell are you talking about, “Not intruding, I’m inviting you in. It’s not like you’ve never been to my house before, right?” And, ah, that’s true, too. And, despite everything, she needs a break, her body tired and sweaty and gross. That wink also seems promising.
So she agrees, “Ok, ok, yes.” She agrees like she knew she would.)
Cassie’s eyes cut over to her and Victoria can feel her eyes as they blaze into her skin, she feels vulnerable under her gaze, like Cassie’s gaze is peering into her mind, scanning over her thoughts and reading them one by one. Victoria rubs her lips together, flexes her fingers, arms at her sides.
“What’re you doing over there, Vic?” Voice light and gentle like rain falling through her hair, on her cheeks. She nods towards the shower, “You don’t plan on washing up fully clothed, do you?”
Her cheeks heat, her heart races, and she shakes her head, looking at Cassie through her lashes the whole time, not breaking contact. “Of course not,” She giggles, tries to sound cool but only ends up sounding crazed. Whatever, Victoria thinks, fuck me for trying.
Cassie smiles back and then turns, walking towards the bath and moving the shower curtains back. She crouches down and rests her hand over the nozzle, turning gently. The water rushing drowns in her ears, eyes staring at the peak of Cassie’s lower back.
Her hands go to creep up, her eyes, too, following Cassie’s movements as she stands back up. She tucks her ponytail into a messy bun and pulls her shirt off, gasping as she tugs her in over her head. The cool air of the bathroom hits her, making her shiver. She silently wishes she’d worn a different bra, different undergarments. A matching set, at least, if Victoria knew she’d be undressing in front of an audience, undressing for Cassie. She’s had this bra for years, the padding thin and worn out, the color faded in spots.
Cassie spins to face her again, hands going to fidget with her waistband and tug her pants down. Victoria watches as they fall to her ankles, the air fanning towards her bare feet as the fabric hits the floor. She scrunches up her toes, curls them under her feet.
She opts for watching Cassie undress, eyes off her body for a while, hands moving and disappearing in and out from her frame of vision, wrapping around herself and unclipping her bra. She lets the fabric sit over her shoulders, lets it cover her a bit longer, not quite ready to be fully naked just yet. She tugs her pants down, steps out of them without tripping over herself. Victoria folds everything, drops the shirt and pants to the ground, nails raking at her waist as they silently slip under the waistband of her plain white underwear, sighing as she shimmies them down the plush of her thighs, the back of her hands and fingers cold against her bare skin.
“Cute,” Cassie says, coming closer, pressing a cool palm into her shoulder, “You’re so cute, Vic.” One of her bra straps falls and crests against Cassie’s hand and she takes hold of it and Victoria lets her. Cassie looks her straight in the eye, bangs falling in her face, hair free and down past her shoulders. Lashes long and her lips inviting. Eyes sparkling and her pupils soft as paint on a canvas, Victoria could look at her all day long. Victoria feels as Cassie plays and fidgets with the strap, smile opening, teeth peeking through. “You’re so tense, baby, relax for me. It’s only the two of us.” And yes, Victoria knows this, remembers Cassie mentioning it in the car, the hum of the tires mixing with the whoosh of the air moving through their open windows. Cassie’s voice is nice and gentle and cutting through all the noise, purring like a cat, drowning in her ears.
(“Just the two of us tonight, Doll.”
Cassie turns her head to look at her, hands steady on the wheel. The sunset glistening against her features, peering in through the glass window in front of them. Victoria gulps and nods and flashes her teeth, gives her best smile even though she feels it awkwardly crinkling at the edges.
Cassie’s eyes soften as she smiles back.
“I’ve missed you,” And then she’s turning forward, looking at the road again. Victoria’s heart leapt in her chest, and a string of words caught in her chest, Missed you, too. I see you everyday but I still miss you.)
Victoria lets herself take a deep breath, her chest inflating in front of her with her inhale, and then falling slow like the evening tide when she exhales. “There you go. Give me one more?” Cassie’s other hand goes to her other bra strap, pulls it lower, and lower, and lower, moving her other hand slowly with it and Victoria breathes, air flooding her mouth with a light crackle in the back of her throat. The air tickles when she breathes out. She lets herself melt into Cassie’s hands, sighing with it, letting the warmth starting to steam around the room caress her body lightly and gently. Cassie pulls her bra off, looking from her eyes to her chest and then to her eyes again, taking a second to take Victoria all in.
Cassie chuckles breathlessly, her skin glistening slightly, the heat making her sweat a bit. She quickly undresses and Victoria stares and stares and stares. Eyes dancing along the curves and edges of Cassie’s body, watching the way her back ripples when she turns, waist narrowing and then flaring out gently again at her hips, long legs with dimples at her calves, a beauty mark on her ankle. An arm goes to slide back the curtain, the other stretching out towards her body, fingers and hand open and ready to collect. Victoria places her hand into Cassie’s palm and feels as her fingers curl over her skin. There’s a tattoo on Cassie’s wrist, a date in cursive letters.
They fall into each other in the shower, huddling close under the shower spray. Being in the shower feels like being under the shade of a large leaf, the curtains blocking out most of the light, tossing dim light down at them, drops of water falling down and washing over her like a strong drizzle, water rushing and flowing and coating her skin. She sighs, the water is warm, and Cassie is too, right behind her, chest pressed against her lower back.
Cassie washes her first, washes her from her head down. She starts with her hair, reaching up from behind her to grab the shampoo from her little shelf under the shower nozzle, and the whole time she feels Cassie behind her, naked body pressed up against her back, a breast digging into her shoulder, nipple shying over a bone. She lathers her hands and leans into her ear, “Cover your eyes for me,” She says, “don’t wanna get soap in em’.”
Victoria shudders and blushes hot in the face, happy Cassie can’t see her. And she follows, shakes her hands off – a truly fruitless task, really – and clasps her hands together over her eyes. Cassie waits a few more seconds, rubbing her hands behind her, and then she places them gently into her hair. Victoria’s whole body sighs, and she groans when Cassie’s fingertips kiss and tickle at her scalp. Her face flushes harder, but she doesn’t care, her eyes are closed anyway. It’s only the two of them, anyway.
“Does that feel good?” Cassie says behind her, voice warbled with the rushing water, hot in her ears anyway. Victoria’s nodding under her hands as the move in her head, and she can feel each of her nails raking against her head. Gently, diligently, with reverence, each glide of her hand as she behind to finger comb out her hair. Victoria tilts her head to the floor, Cassie busy with the back of her head now. Moving your head in the darkness like this, Victoria finds, is much harder than she thought it would be, and she stumbles a bit, feet slipping naturally as she shuffles slightly.
“Careful,” is all Cassie says. Not demanding but worried, caring. It washes over her like a wave, makes her feel uneasy, like she’s about to slip again. But she knows it’s ok if she does, because Cassie will catch her, hold her up.
Cassie removes her hands and reaches her arms up again, elbows and wrists brushing in her hair momentarily as she puts her hands under the shower spray. Rinsing her hands clean, and Victoria can hear the water collecting on her hands and falling to the acrylic below her feet, tickling and dripping at her toes. She wiggles them, just because she can.
Cassie takes hold of the nozzle, she hears it click above her. And then, suddenly, a rush of water is hitting her scalp, washing away all the soap. She feels it rush down her back. She feels like a flower, a lily in the rain, under the sun. Cassie is her sun.
Once Cassie washes away the rest of the soap, she squeezes gently at her hair, wrings it out a bit and makes sure it stays away from her face and eyes.
Victoria melts as Cassie scrubs her down, careful hand smoothing around her neck, smoothing down her shoulders. Victoria hears her step back, finally letting her hands slip from her face, back to her sides once more. Her hands wander and dance down her back, silently and gracefully following the curve and dip of Victoria’s spine. Her hands reach lower, rubbing over the swell of her ass, massage her fingers and into her skin. The suds melt into her skin like honey, like milk and sugar mixing into coffee and thinning out the darkness, making it lighter.
Victoria gasps again, dazed against the warm water and the stuffy air. It’s like she’s bleeding into the walls, fizzing out into the tiles and the fiberglass below her, fuzzy at the edges as Cassie releases her and gropes at her shoulders, spinning her around.
When Victoria blinks up, Cassie stares back, golden chain glistening against her chest like red roses against white tulips, the color pops as it rests between her breast, above her heart as it thumps. Her lashes are heavy as she looks through them, straight into Cassie’s eyes. Her eyes glisten the same way her lips do, wet and shiny with a hard-soft smirk dancing across her face, lips pursed together but still loose. She feels her own lips unsticking from one another, the water crawling past them, ducking under her teeth.
Her hands spread soap down her collarbones, it drips, drips, drips down her breast, soap falling over her nipples. “There we are,” Cassie breathes, “now I can see you.” The apples of her cheeks flushed cherry red, bangs stuck and clinging to her forehead. Hands working their way down her stomach, pawing gently at her waist, dragging down to her hips.
Cassie stared at her, looking at her lips the whole time. Her tongue coming out every so often to lap at the side of her mouth, peaking out just to go and hide away again. Victoria wants to kiss her, wants to chase her tongue with her mouth, with her lips, so she does.
Victoria’s lips seal against the heat of Cassie’s, velvet on velvet, silk on silk, and she melts even further down into Cassie's framework. Her hands run from her, they run and run and run and slip to Cassie’s waist, slippery soap spreads through the gaps and cracks of her fingers and falls to their feet. She feels herself open her mouth, mouth opening like she's getting ready to bite down into the fruit of Cassie’s lips, drink the nectar that bursts from them as she bites and nibbles down, front teeth grazing and knocking against Cassie’s teeth, spit seeping into each other's mouths, dripping down each other’s throats. Victoria moans loud into Cassie’s mouth, fingers pushing deeper into Cassie’s sides, massaging over her love handles. Cassie laughs breathlessly, noses touching and wet. Victoria can feel the running water slip past her, rush down her hair and slug past and over her closed eyelids. She feels as it rolls down her neck, down her chest, down her stomach, down, down, down, swirling down the drain again.
Cassie bends her leg at the knee, slots her thigh between Victoria’s thighs, and Victoria clamps her legs down immediately, like Cassie was giving her an invitation. The high of her thigh bumps and grinds against her swollen clit, giving Victoria something to rut against. Victoria shakes and shudders under and against Cassie’s gentle yet firm touch. A hand leaving the small of her back, rubbing over her skin, past her navel, into the patch of pubic hair growing above her pussy. And then, finally, a finger goes to tap over the hood of her clit. Victoria humps and whines, throws her head back as she huffs like a horse. And through everything, she hears Cassie’s laughter. Hears her voice as she calls out to her, saying, “Look at you, look at how beautiful you are.” Victoria’s throat contracts, words washing up her neck, words she can’t bring herself to say, words she doubts would make much sense to anyone but her, so she swallows them. They taste like sugar as they waft down the river of her throat, back into the boiling pot of honey sitting in the core of her stomach. She shivers again, against the surrounding warmth she feels, against everything.
Her breath cracks and shatters as she groans, rocking gently into her finger, against her fingers as she gracefully adds another, pressing them together as her finger pads circles against the heat of her, other fingers and knuckles resting in the forest of wet hair, tangling them there. Her other hand rubs up and down her upper thigh, nails tracing an outline, drawing a picture she can't see.
She’s burning up everywhere, hot to the touch, hot, hot, hot, even though the water is cool now against her skin, all the heat draining slowly as the water continues to run. It crackles against her skin, the heat and cool fizzing out into one another, mixing into steam, steam that's now clouding around her, clouding around the two of them as they move and squirm at each other's skin like snakes coiling around each other.
Cassie’s hand goes to the back of her neck, then disappears into her hair, fingers tugging lightly at the wet strands that fall from her scalp like vines of ivy. She pushes Victoria's head back up, connects their lips again and this time, Cassie kisses with a sparkling rapacity she’s never experienced before, she kisses with this want, the same want that flares inside Victoria’s gut. And it sparks electric pleasure down her arched spine, body shivering into the gap between Cassie’s open thighs.
She’s blossoming like a flower, her petals opening under the warmth of her sun, its rays beating down on her, the warmth of her smile spinning in her head, behind her eyes. Cassie, with her lips parted, with her hair drenched and clinging to her face; she’s drowning in it, in the picture, in her presence, letting it soak up to her knees, then to her chest, her neck, her eyes, covering her scalp and pulling her under her spell, reeling her in like a baited fish.
“Cassie,” she says, “Cassie,” Victoria whines, the end of the word teetering off into a squeal as she comes against Cassie’s thigh. Cassie’s pulling her in, pushing her body flush against Victoria’s, holding her up as she shivers endlessly, shaking like a twig in a storm.
“I’ve got you,” Cassie says, a hand falling out her hair and back to the small of her back, voice wet and strong as it breezes through her ears, through her body. “I’ve got you.” She repeats it, and it echoes through her body, carves out a home inside Victoria’s heart.