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At first, Dana assumed Cassie was doing it accidentally.
Cassie is a terrible actress after all, and trying to keep their relationship a secret has been taking it’s toll on both of them. Somewhere along the way, though, Cassie’s acting stopped being terrible and simply just stopped existing all together.
And today, specifically, Cassie appears to be doing everything in her power to test Dana’s restraint.
The first time, Cassie’s hand found itself on Dana’s lower back as she was trying to shift past her in the hustle of the emergency department. It was an innocent act, or so Dana thought, that also gave Cassie a brief excuse for a little physical contact with Dana. It was nice, even if it did send a frustrating shiver down Dana’s spine.
Then, when Dana was focusing on some labs that need to go to Santos, she makes the rookie error of standing on the outside of the hub.
As in, the side of the hub that Cassie has easy access to. Focused on her lab, she doesn’t immediately notice Cassie’s presence beside her. She does however, notice when Cassie places a stolen pen down, then swoops her arm over her as she walks away. Instead of moving past her like a normal fucking person, she raises her arm and passes over Dana’s head, invading her personal space in one fell swoop. Again.
The brief proximity to Cassie is something she’s been working hard to actively avoid at work. So much so, they’ve barely been speaking on shift as a result. It’s just been too difficult to be close to each other without the temptation of ripping each other’s clothes off.
But, when Cassie is all but wafting her scent in Dana's direction in a way that sends a heat straight to her core, she's infuriated. They agreed to stop trying to tease each other, after a near mishap where Dana teased Cassie so relentlessly that they had come close to having sex in the shower at work.
But after a few weeks of distance during working hours, clearly Cassie is in the mood to test those boundaries again.
Cassie shoots Dana a cheeky grin that lets her know she knows exactly what she’s doing. The grin sends an equal reaction of frustration and pleasure through Dana’s nerves, and she instantly clenches her thighs at the awareness of the wet patch in her panties at the thought of her girlfriend trying to tease her.
Dana might have clocked on to Cassie’s game, but that doesn’t appear to dampen her attempts. Dana is sitting at her computer, when two arms that she immediately recognises, appear at either side of her, effectively trapping her into the space. Dana can feel Cassie’s face close to hers, though she keeps her eyes straight ahead, staring at the information on Dana’s screen that bares no relevance to any of her patients. The close proximity sends an immediate heat to Dana’s stomach, and she does her best not to squirm under the contact, in the middle of the hub.
“That looks interesting,” Cassie says quietly, shifting to point to something on the screen. The point is aimed at a whole lot of nothing, and Dana fights to roll her eyes. She will maintain the professionalism between them, even if she can’t do much about the current distance.
“It is,” Dana replies curtly, keeping her own eyes square on the screen and trying not to stare at the finger currently pointed to the monitor, or the hand it belongs to. She focuses on the words on the screen instead of thinking of all the places she would much prefer that finger to be.
“I can think of something else that’s interesting,” Cassie whispers. Dana can hear the grin in her voice, but Cassie is gone before she has the chance to reply.
Dana sits dumbfounded, cold from the sudden loss of Cassie, and trying to quell the sudden racing of her pulse as she tries to focus on the screen ahead of her. Swallowing, she tries to shake the visceral thoughts of Cassie and her fingers and her body heat.
Dana comes to a realisation, that two can play at Cassie’s game.
It doesn’t take too long for her to find Cassie making a coffee in the break room. She’s hunched over the counter, watching her coffee as it heats, staring at the pot in an attempt to physically heat it faster. Other than Cassie, the break room is empty.
Dana is quiet as she moves towards Cassie, sparing the closed door one final glance before she leans as close as she physically can to Cassie’s body. To anyone passing, it looks like Dana is just standing close to Cassie at the counter .Anyone else would miss the words passed between them.
“Come here often?”
Dana drops her register, her voice low and sultry in Cassie’s ear. The visible shudder from Cassie, following by the instant reddening of her cheeks is everything she needed to see.
“Dana!” Cassie scolds, glancing behind Dana to the still closed door. The fleeting panic on Cassie’s face is enough to elicit a smirk from Dana, ironic given Cassie’s earlier actions. “What are you doing?”
Dana shrugs, shifting to the sink under the pretence of washing her own mug and aiming for nonchalant. Cassie doesn’t need to know that her reaction is causing an equally strong reaction within Dana. She looks at Cassie over the frame of her readers, the glasses she absolutely does not need to be wearing in the break room. But, she knows what seeing her in them does to Cassie, and she’s in the mood to play Cassie at her own game.
“I just asked if you come here often.”
Cassie rolls her eyes, shoulders still tense from their exchange. She lets out a huff, the slight wobble of her breath endearing to dana.
“You’re making it really hard to keep my hands to myself.”
“Oh yeah?”
Dana isn’t entirely sure what possesses her, as she finds herself leaning once again into Cassie’s personal space. She grabs the collar of Cassie’s scrub top, under the guise of smoothing it over, and trails a finger gently across the bare skin underneath. Cassie’s eyes briefly close, trying with every ounce of her willpower not to look down at the way the tendons in Dana’s hand flex with her movements.
Cassie’s attempt at restraint, coupled with the low groan that falls from her, only serves to turn Dana on more. “That’s a shame.”
“Dana,” Cassie warms, her voice almost a low growl. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
As Dana pulls her hand back casually, she can feel the heat growing between her legs. Dana does’t immediately reply, instead shifting items around on the counter once again in an attempt to look busy. She presses closer to Cassie’s side, keeping her eyes squarely focused on the ‘Your mother doesn’t live here!’ sign on the wall instead of the woman who’s eyes are intently focused on her as she leans close in.
“Oh, hon.” Dana’s voice drips with lust, each word pronounced and tickling Cassie’s ear. “You and I both know I’ll be finishing later.”
Cassie’s eyes widen, and if Dana was a betting woman, she would bet that Cassie’s thighs just clenched. Dana takes the victory, and heads for the door of the break room, a subtle hand dragging across Cassie’s lower back as she does. She leaves Cassie standing in awe, and doesn’t turn back to see if she’s staring.
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It doesn’t take long for Dana to get to Cassie’s after shift. She doesn’t knock anymore, comfortable enough in knowing Cassie is expecting her. She opens the door and is immediately greeted with the familiar sight of Cassie’s lived-in apartment. As much as Dana adores her family home, she can’t deny the new sense of comfort she feels when she’s here. It might have something to do do with the face that apartment just screams Cassie.
Cassie’s hair is damp at the ends. She’s fresh-faced, and wearing pyjama shorts and tank top. She leaps up from the couch to greet Dana with the enthusiasm of a puppy, her face lighting up into a similar grin Dana saw from her on shift. The sight ripples through Dana again, though she makes a point of swallowing down the feeling.
“Hi.”
Cassie’s voice is quiet, testing the air between them. They’re both already worked up, and they both know it. Dana has tried hard to keep her thoughts away from Cassie and what she’d like to do to her, if nothing else just to make sure she got through the final hours of her shift unscathed.
It’s difficult at the best of times when they work feet away from each other, but it’s made worse when Cassie is doing everything in her power to tease Dana, even in the most innocent and mundane ways.
Because who gets turned on from their girlfriend’s arm over their head, for fuck’s sake?!
Dana has barely closed the door before Cassie is in her personal space, hands planted firmly on Dana’s waist. Cassie leans in for a kiss, one that shows every ounce of hunger she’s felt for Dana throughout the day. Dana leans into it momentarily, relishing in the feeling of Cassie’s want, before she realises she’s just giving Cassie everything she wants, effectively rewarding her behaviour.
Cassie’s tongue swiping across her bottom lip, silently asking for access, is the sign she needs to stop. She catches Cassie’s bottom lip between her teeth, tugging enough to incite a moan, before pulling back. She keeps her hands firmly on Cassie’s hips, holding her at arm’s distance. The pout on Cassie’s face is immediate, but Dana does her best to keep her expression steeled.
“Do you think you were funny today?” Dana asks her. The swell of Cassie’s lips is enough for Dana’s eyes to flicker there, and fuck does she want to kiss her again. But, she restrains.
“What?” She asks, eyes wide and innocent. “You’re the one that came on to me in the break room!”
“Only to get back at you for your behaviour today,” Dana scolds. “I could just about fucking smell you, Cass. How are we meant to keep this quiet when you’re acting like that?”
Dana doesn’t give Cassie a chance to reply, before she’s instructing her through to the bedroom. There’s something about taking charge in Cassie’s apartment, a place that categorically doesn’t belong to her, that sends a thrill straight through her chest.
She takes her time stripping Cassie of her clothes. She lingers over every movements as she does, fingers gliding over Cassie’s body in a way that raises a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
“Sit,” Dana commands once Cassie is stripped down to only her panties. Cassie is obedient, moving to sit on the bed. She knows how Dana wants her to sit, though there’s a brief glimmer of mischief that suggests she might try something else, just to get a rise from Dana.
“Sit properly,” Dana warns her.
Cassie does as she’s told. She sits up on her knees, legs spread apart. The position is one of Dana’s favourites to see Cassie in. On her knees, legs spread, chest bare and eyes hungry. Her mouth is open into a small pout, as Dana takes her time soaking in the view.
“Dana,” Cassie whines.
“Your patience will be rewarded, hon,” Dana says slowly. She slips her own trousers off, relishing in the way Cassie’s eyes widen at her black lace panties. They’ve undressed each other plenty of times now, but she never tires of the rush of pleasure she feels at the way Cassie looks at her. “You can be patient, can’t you?”
The huff that Cassie blows out before she nods is enough to make Dana smirk. She moves closer to the bed, stripping off her own top, down to her matching bra. She sits in front of Cassie.
“Don’t move until you’re told,” she warns her. Cassie nods her head.
Dana tsks. “Use your words. You know how this goes.”
Dana reaches out to grab one of Cassie’s breasts. She squeezes, before twisting one of her nipples, with just enough pressure to see Cassie bite her lip.
“I’ll not move until I’m told,” Cassie promises. Dana can hear the waver in her voice, and feels herself growing wetter at the way Cassie gives her full control.
“Good girl.”
She shifts closer, mirroring Cassie’s position as she sits opposite her. Cassie’s eyes bore into hers, pupils blown wide with desperation and lust, trying to anticipate her next move.
“Can I touch you?” Cassie asks, eyes pleading.
“Not yet,” Dana instructs. Though Dana wants nothing more than to feel Cassie’s hands roam her body, she knows just how much Cassie enjoys that, too.
Cassie is impatient in bed. She always has been. She’s eager to please Dana, satisfied only when she has Dana whining and moaning her name along with a string of profanities. Slowing things down, agonisingly so, is one of Dana’s favourite things to do. Cassie, whining with anticipation, on her knees and begging for Dana with an adorable pout, is one of the sights of Cassie that she thinks could bring her to orgasm without ever being physically touched.
“We’re going to get caught at work if you keep acting the way you are.” Dana’s voice is stern, but low. She leans close when she talks, her words tickling Cassie’s ear. She feels Cassie shiver, and reaches out to brush her fingertips lightly across Cassie’s hip.
“I know,” Cassie admits, her voice already starting to strain. It’s endearing for Dana, the way slowing everything down works so well for Cassie.
Dana leans in to Cassie’s neck, licking from her collarbone to her jaw. Her actions are purposeful and slow, and she can feel her own pleasure rising at the sound that falls from Cassie. She buries her face in Cassie’s neck, nipping at the skin before covering it with kisses. Cassie’s moan ripples through her throat, the sensation meeting Dana’s mouth.
“You need to stop trying to get to close at work.” Dana breaths against Cassie’s skin, words broken up with more kisses and nips. She can feel the way Cassie’s body tenses in an attempt to stay in her position. “Someone’s going to find out.”
“Then try to stop undressing me with your eyes every time you look at me,” Cassie challenges back. Dana bites down harder than a nip at that. The noise that falls from Cassie is a muddle of a yelp and a moan, and Dana kisses gently over the bite momentarily.
“Do you need reminded of how to follow instructions? I thought you were my good girl.” Dana’s hands shift round Cassie’s body, a squeeze of Cassie’s ass accentuating her words.
“I am,” Cassie breaths. The rise and fall of Cassie’s bare chest is stirring more feelings in Dana’s body, the wet patch in her own panties growing at the sight of Cassie.
“You are what?”
“Your good girl.”
Cassie’s words send sensations through Dana’s body, settling in her core. Dana tries to keep her control in the situation. She trails her fingers down to Cassie’s underwear, rubbing over the wet fabric she finds there.
“You’re so wet for me, my good girl,” Dana breaths, peppering kisses across Cassie’s neck and collarbone. She rubs lightly, enough to feel the wet of the fabric but not enough to give Cassie any real relief from her build up. Cassie’s head tips forward as she moans and her breathing increases, and Dana revels in it. She kisses up Cassie’s neck, catching Cassie’s lips with her own and using her free hand to wrap around the back of Cassie’s neck, keeping her pulled in close. It doesn’t take long for Dana to feel Cassie’s legs quivering, the anticipate of Dana’s featherlight tough doing nothing but rile her up further.
“More,” Cassie begs.
“Needy,” Dana tuts. “You’ll get more when I decide.”
Dana pulls back enough to admire Cassie, breasts marked with Dana’s sucking and gentle biting. A possessive feeling rips through Dana at the sight. She doesn’t consider herself to be possessive, but seeing the way Cassie’s skin is marked by her mouth, sends a warmth right to her cunt.
“Remember, don’t move,” Dana reminds her.
Dana slips her hand back down, the pads of two fingers resting gently on Cassie’s cunt. If not for the fabric of Cassie’s panties, Dana would be able to curl her fingers up and into Cassie. Instead, the anticipation of knowing her fingers are just there, is enough for Cassie to whimper desperately. She can see on Cassie’s face how hard she’s trying not to chase Dana’s fingers. She’s doing as she’s told.
Dana increases the pressure of her fingers, ever so slightly, revelling in how much she can feel Cassie’s want for her .
“You could have tasted me by now,” Dana whispers against Cassie’s skin. One hand holds Cassie in place as she can feel her legs shaking, the other continuing her agonisingly painful teasing. “If you weren’t so impatient at work.”
“Sorry,” Cassie mumbles, her words breathless. “Please, Dana.”
Dana responds by kissing Cassie’s neck once more, and shifting Cassie ever so slightly to let her increase the pressure against her fingers. She keeps her fingers still, so as not to give Cassie any other form of gratification, and revels in the whine from Cassie.
“Dana,” she pleads. Dana can feel the tension in Cassie’s body, the way her legs are struggling to hold her weight up and how she’s flushing with how hard she’s trying not to sink onto Dana’s fingers.
“You need to learn,” Dana simply chides. Having this kind of power over Cassie, and knowing that something as simple as a light touch can be enough to have Cassie begging for her, drives her crazy, too. She knows she’s soaked for Cassie, the anticipation between her own legs great. But, teasing herself is a small price to pay for teasing Cassie more.
“You can touch me,” Dana instructs. “Hips only.”
It’s a small allowance, mostly for her own gain, as she meets Cassie in a bruising kiss, one rough and desperate and hungry. There’s teeth and tongue, and Dana feels Cassie’s fingers dipping in deep to her waist, grateful to touch any inch of Dana that she can get. Dana squeezes Cassie’s breasts, giving her a small amount of pleasure as she strokes over her nipples. With her other hand, she shifts Cassie’s panties to the side, and presses the same two pads of her fingers to Cassie’s soaked cunt.
She doesn’t give Cassie room to beg, inserting her fingers deep into Cassie and swallowing her moan. No sooner has she inserted her fingers, does she bring them up to her lips. She pulls apart from Cassie, enough to lick and suck the taste of Cassie from her fingers. Cassie is all but drooling at the sight.
“You taste so fucking good, Cass,” Dana tells her. “Want to taste?”
“Please.”
Dana’s lips are back on Cassie’s, tongues mashing together. Dana’s only objective is to make sure Cassie can taste herself as she licks into her, and she can tell she’s succeeding.
Her hand slips back down between them, fingers slipping inside Cassie once more. She fucks her slowly, removing her fingers fully each time. Cassie’s legs shake, but she holds her position well.
“Going to show you exactly what I wanted to do to today,” Dana tells her, kissing along her jaw and to a particularly sensitive spot beneath her ear. “And if you’re good, you can taste me.”
Over their time together, Dana has learned that Cassie’s gratification comes from Dana being pleasured too. It felt insane at first to withhold that, not only because she’s delaying her own orgasm, but because she could never imagine someone wanting to pleasure her so badly it outweighs their own needs. But the way Cassie whimpers under her touch, and nods her head eagerly at the thought of being able to taste Dana, is enough for her to be confident in her decision.
She adds a third finger, relishing in the way she feels Cassie stretching around her. She keeps her movements slow and deep.
“I’ll be good,” Cassie pants. Her chest is heaving, skin flushed and eyes dark. Dana can feel the desperation oozing from her.
Dana doesn’t remove her fingers as she shifts Cassie backwards, back hitting the mattress and stretching her legs out beneath them. Dana straddles one of Cassie’s thighs, the sensation of her soaked panties hitting Cassie’s bare skin. She doesn’t miss the faint smirk on Cassie’s face.
“You’re soaked too,” Cassie comments as Dana shifts against Cassie’s thigh, desperate for any kind of her own relief. The gentle rocking of her hips as she chases the friction against her own cunt only serves to pleasure them both. She knows this is what Cassie wants, but fuck she can’t help herself right now.
“No fucking wonder,” Dana remarks, instead speeding up the tempo of her fingers. It’s enough to make Cassie cry out, mumbling a string of incoherencies as she clutches Dana’s hip tightly with one hand, and the bedsheet with the other. The way the veins and tendons in her hand protrude with her action causes Dana to rut a little harder against Cassie’s thigh. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
Dana takes Cassie’s nipple in her mouth, swirling her tongue and lightly biting down. She takes her time with both nipples, showing them equal affection as she once again slowly her fingers. She can feel Cassie beneath her, hips shifting subtly in an attempt to chase Dana’s fingers.
Dana shifts down the bed, moving her hands to either side of Cassie’s waist. Her grey, soaked panties are still on, uncomfortably pushed to the side. Dana grabs the waistband.
“Off,” she instructs. Cassie lifts her hips, legging Dana slip them off of her, before Dana moves between Cassie’s legs, on her knees with her ass in the air.
“What a view,” Cassie comments lazily. Dana responds by nipping the inside of Cassie’s thigh, a particularly sensitive spot she knows. She licks the length of Cassie’s cunt, stopping short of her clit. The whine that falls from Cassie is desperate, Cassie shifting as if her movement with unite her clit with Dana’s tongue.
“You’re supposed to be good,” Dana chastised. “I didn’t say you could do that.”
As if to prove her point, Dana licks again. Slower, deeper, relishing in the taste. She once again, stops right as the tip of her tongue grazes Cassie’s clit. This time, Cassie doesn’t move.
“Fuck,” Cassie whimpers. Dana can feel her body quivering. She reaches up with one hand and loops it around Cassie’s hips, holding her in place. “Dana, I need to come. Please.”
“Beg all you want, you need to learn that when you try and act smart at work, you’ll be made to wait.”
She revels in the desperate whines that fall from Cassie. She takes her time, licking and tasting Cassie, all the while avoiding her clit. She knows once she touches Cassie there, she’ll cum quickly. She wants to savour this as long as she can.
Cassie’s hands are back to being fisted into the sheets beside her, and Dana feels the overwhelming urge to have her hands on her instead. “You can touch me anywhere,” she tells Cassie, looking up at her from her position between her legs. Cassie’s movement is immediate, reaching instantly for Dana as if she’s been starved of touch. Her fingers knot into Dana’s hair, tugging her closer.
The action is enough for Dana to give in to Cassie, finally letting her tongue swirl around Cassie’s clit. The cry that falls from Cassie spurs her on. She licks and sucks Cassie’s clit, lapping up everything she can, while Cassie whines and pleads and mumbles Dana’s name in a way she’s pretty sure could make her orgasm right here and now.
She slips a finger into Cassie, curling up and fucking her with fervour while she continues working with her mouth, and tips Cassie over the edge into her orgasm. Dana rides her through it, listening to her the way she cries her name, not letting up when she can tell Cassie is overstimulated.
“D,” Cassie mumbles, breathless and panting. Dana pauses, tongue still on Cassie’s clit, and looks up. Cassie is red, flush with sweat and pleasure, her chest heaving. “D, let me fuck you.”
Barely out of her own orgasm, and already chasing one for Dana, Dana loves how selflessly Cassie loves her. She keeps eye contact with Cassie as she licks her clit again, tongue working slowly over her nerves. Cassie bites her bottom lip, a breathy moan escaping her lips.
“D, please,” she begs.
“Have you learned your lesson yet?” Dana asks, pausing her actions only enough to speak, before immediately finding Cassie’s clit again.
“Fuck, yes,” Cassie cries, body bucking underneath Dana’s touch. If not for Dana’s arm snaked around her, she would be writhing. “I’ve learned my - fuck - my lesson.”
“My good girl.”
Dana slips two fingers inside Cassie again, fucking her with an increasing tempo as she finally gives Cassie everything she wants. Between her fingers, her tongue and the eye contact, it doesn’t take Cassie long to fall apart a second time.
Watching as Cassie’s chest heaves, her fingers slipping from Dana’s hair to grip at the sheets once more as she comes down from her orgasm, Dana is overwhelmed with the temptation to give her a third. But, she also wants her own pleasure. She’s been teasing herself throughout, knowing she needs to feel Cassie on her soon before she cums purely from the sight of Cassie.
“Need to be inside you,” Cassie breathes.
The words send a wobble to Dana’s legs. She shifts to lie beside Cassie, using the time to let Cassie catch her breath. Cassie’s hands are on her in an instant, fumbling with the clip at the back of her bra. She shimmies it off, and the look Cassie has as she stares at Dana’s breasts is otherworldly.
“So beautiful,” Cassie comments, awe in her voice as if she’s seeing them for the first time. Dana loves Cassie reaction to her body, even now that they’re both very familiar with each other Cassie still looks at her like she’s the most beautiful creature she’s ever seen. Cassie’s hands are on Dana’s breasts before she can reply, shifting her angle to suck Dana’s nipples.
“Thought you were desperate to be inside me?” Dana teases, already feeling her head spinning from the pleasure from Cassie’s mouth.
Nipple trapped between her teeth, Cassie shoots Dana a look. The sight sends another hot flush straight to Dana’s cunt, and she squeezes her thighs together.
“I’m taking the long way there, sue me,” Cassie says, peppering kisses and sucking the skin of Dana’s breasts. She’ll leave marks, she always does. Little reminders that Cassie has been there and claimed the skin as hers.
It doesn’t take long for Cassie to tear Dana’s panties off. Dana sees the look of wonder as she realises just how wet Dana is, and Dana is overwhelmingly grateful that Cassie isn’t in the mood to tease her in return.
Cassie’s fingers slide through her slick folds, and Dana is almost blinded by the pleasure at her touch. Cassie smiles, and slips two fingers inside Dana, not denying her anything. “I’ve wanted to feel this all fucking day,” Cassie admits, breath hot on Dana’s skin as she accentuates her words with kisses to Dana’s neck and collar bone. “You feel so good, Dana.”
Dana’s reply is lost to the moans that falls from her throat, instead rutting her hips to push Cassie’s fingers in further. She can already feel how close she is.
“Still need to taste you.” Cassie pauses her kisses to shift down Dana’s body.
“N-no,” Dana catches Cassie’s arm. Cassie freezes in her movements, a brief flicker of worry on her features. Dana clears her throat, trying to explain her actions. Normally, Dana would adore Cassie eating her out, her tongue capable of magical things she didn’t know a person could do, but right now she’s hitting the spot and she doesn’t want her to stop. “You feel so good in me. Want you to fuck me.”
“And you called me needy,” Cassie teases, her voice low as she moves to kiss Dana instead. Her lips brush over Dana’s as she talks. “You can take my cock next time, can fill you right up with that.”
“Fuck, Cass!”
Cassie’s words, coupled with the way Cassie thrusts into Dana, fingers curling and hitting her just right, and the way she swallows every moan Dana lets out, she falls apart easily. Cassie rides her through it, kissing and licking into her mouth as her fingers slow. Dana’s breath heaves as she tries to will the stars in her vision away.
As Dana comes down from her high, Cassie copies Dana’s previous action of licking her fingers, making a point of swirling her tongue around her finger as she makes eye contact with Dana and moaning quietly at the taste.
“Still got to taste you,” she winks with a laugh.
Dana huffs her own laugh, as she tugs down and wraps her arms around Cassie. Cassie sighs contentedly into Dana’s chest, pressing small kisses to her skin. Dana kisses Cassie’s hair, inhaling the faint scent of Cassie’s apple shampoo. They relax into each other, eyes closed and content holding each other after the built up tension of the day. Dana could fall asleep like this.
“Would it be such a big deal?” Cassie asks. Her voice is quiet, and Dana opens her eyes at the slight waver of nerves she detects.
“Would what be a big deal?”
At the sound of her confusion, Cassie lifts her head, resting her chin gently on Dana’s bare chest to look up at her.
“If people at work knew.” She sounds nervous to voice it out loud, like she’s worried Dana is going to be unhappy at the thought. “About us, I mean.”
Dana softens at the thought, hand resting against Cassie’s cheek. Cassie presses a kiss into her palm, and leans into her touch.
“I’d love for people to know about us,” Dana admits softly. “We agreed we’d keep it quiet only until we’re both ready. For the sake of our careers, and for us.”
Cassie nods, and Dana feels Cassie’s chin dig into her skin as she does.
“I’m ready for that,” Cassie says, sounding steady as she does. “I don’t want to hide this anymore.”
“I don’t either,” Dana admits. She leans down, meeting Cassie’s lips. The kiss is soft, full of the love and adoration that they share for each other.
“Let’s get some rest, then in the morning we can work out how we want to do this. That sound good?” Dana suggests.
Cassie beams, and looks like there’s a weight physically lifted from her.
“That sounds perfect, Dana.”