victoria’s lying on cassie, both of them naked and pressing lazy kisses to each others’ necks. cassie’s fingers are swirling over victorias clit — not really to get her off, just to be close. she leans up and breathes in the soft soft skin on vic’s chest, lets out a little groan.
you smell so good.
blush. thanks.
seriously, (muttered with her lips still pressed to vic), what is that?
uh… a nervous giggle with wide eyes, it’s body oil i stole from cvs.
she fails to mention that she doesn’t actually wear the stuff that often. only really for mckay, on the nights when they can be together. it’s become a ritual. coating her skin in the stuff after exfoliating her whole body. she likes to be soft for her woman.
cassie pauses to laugh, a warm sound.
what?
nothing, you’re just… such a twenty year old.
another nervous giggle. she hates it when she does that, but cassie secretly loves it. is that a bad thing?
cassie pauses to think about it. no. it’s what you are. just makes me feel a little predatory when you say shit like that, sweetheart.
victoria does not admit how much it turns her on to hear that, but cassie’s hand is in her cunt. she can feel it.
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the pitt brainworms keep on worming. 23k mcvadi fic just dropped ft. victoria bratvadi and the absolute most normal way to react when you find out that your hot milf mentor likes girls
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knows the subtle strength in her arms, the soft stretch marks at the sides of her belly and the little freckles that dot over the tops of her shoulders. she loves all of it, deeply and personally.
but her thighs might just be her favourite.
they’re thick, even for how tall cassie is, and pack a great deal of power despite how soft they are.
victoria’s felt it when cassie’s driving into her from behind, taking her again and again over the kitchen counter, pushing against the back of victoria’s legs with powerful thrusts and her hands gathered in victoria’s hair, wrenching her back against herself.
that feel good, baby? me, fuck, driving into you like this, bending you any which way i can. fuck, baby, feels so good, you’re perfect for me…
and victoria can barely babble an audible answer, voice drowned out beneath the sound of skin slapping against her ass.
Summary:
Cassie should know better. She has been through a lot in her life. Addiction. Divorce. Custody battle over her son. Limited freedom from the fucking ankle monitor courtesy of her stupid ex-husband and his new flavor of the month, which surprisingly lasted more than a month -
That’s not the point.
The point is, Cassie has been through a lot.
And Cassie should know better.
Pairing/s: Cassie Mckay x Victoria Javadi
Tags: guilty mckaaaaaay, jealous vic
Word Count: 1.4K
A/N: I have not written anything proper for almost two years. Mcvadi drought got me back to writing so here we go. English is not and will never be my first language so be gentle. Thanks and I hope you like it. Feedback and reblogs are always encouraged.
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This isn’t supposed to happen. Not now. Not ever.
Cassie should know better. She has been through a lot in her life. Addiction. Divorce. Custody battle over her son. Limited freedom from the fucking ankle monitor courtesy of her stupid ex-husband and his new flavor of the month, which surprisingly lasted more than a month -
That’s not the point.
The point is, Cassie has been through a lot.
And Cassie should know better.
So how did Victoria Javadi, her med student, end up in her bed?
That’s a stupid question. Of course, she knows how Victoria ended up in her bed and everything that happened before that. She wasn’t high or drunk. She doesn’t do that anymore. Now, every mistake is done stone cold sober.
Victoria is 22 years younger than her, for fuck’s sake. She might as well be closer to Harrison’s age, and Cassie cringes at that. Fuck, she really hates herself for that thought.
Cassie really needs to learn to shut the fuck up sometimes. What was she thinking, blurting out at work that she needed to get laid? Although in her defense, she only told Samira about this. She has no idea how Victoria found out about her little secret.
Or that she was going on a date with a patient. Of all people.
”Dr. Mckay,” Victoria smiles, standing beside Cassie. “How’s it going?”
”Oh, it’s… going.” Cassie sighs, placing a chart back on the shelf. “You need anything, Vadi?”
Victoria shakes her head. “I just… thought I’d check on you.”
Cassie’s brows furrow in worry. What has she been hearing?
”Little bird told me you’re going on a date? A patient?”
”Brian.”
”Yeah, Brian.” Victoria feels her stomach churn uncomfortably, eyes widening slightly as she gulps. “What’s… what’s his problem?”
”Problem?”
”I mean, concern! His, uh, he was a patient, right?”
”Oh. Foot injury from soccer.” Cassie turns to Victoria. “You’re a curious cat today.”
Victoria laughs nervously. “Y-Yeah. Sorry. I’m just - you’re going on a date.”
”Yeah. For the first time since the divorce.”
”S-so you’re ready now? Seeing someone?”
”I think so.”
”Why him?” Victoria blurts out, her mouth moving faster than her brain. “I mean, is he nice?”
”That’s what I’m about to find out,” Cassie answers, eyeing Victoria as she tugs on the hem of her jacket. “Are you okay, Vadi?”
“Gooutwithme!” Victoria’s eyes look like they’re going to pop out of their socket and she’s about to faint or evaporate out of thin air. “I-I… I’m gonna go!” Victoria turns around to run but Cassie grabs her wrist.
”What did you just say?”
”I have a patient -“
”Victoria.” If Victoria doesn’t pass out from the humiliation, she might die from the way Cassie says her name. “Did you just ask me to go out with you?” She whispers.
”We can forget about it! I didn’t - I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry.”
Cassie inches closer, towering over Victoria. “Why did you ask about my date?”
Victoria would rather be swallowed by the ground than to answer that. She swallows, biting her lip nervously. “I’m sorry.”
”For what?”
”I don’t want you to go on a date,” Victoria admits, heart sinking. The thought of Cassie going on a date with another person actually makes her nauseous she could die.
They both stop on their tracks and move inside a just-free bed, quiet and hidden. Cassie pulls the curtain close to give them privacy.
”Vadi, what’s going on? Why don’t you want me to go on a date?”
God, Victoria hates this. Does she really have to spell it out to her?
So instead of answering, Victoria inches closer to her and looks up. Her big brown eyes, shining and unsure and scared -
Victoria kisses Cassie.
It was only a few seconds, but Victoria’s mind had never felt more peaceful and quiet than it did right there when her lips were on Cassie’s.
And Cassie’s has never been louder, panicked, and blissed out all at the same time before.
“Please don’t go on that date,” Victoria pleads, her doe eyes glistening as she looks at Cassie. She might actually cry.
And who was Cassie to say no to an angel who kissed her?
”Okay,” Cassie simply answers as if she could say otherwise.
Now, lying in bed next to a naked and sleeping Victoria, Cassie realizes how powerless she is next to the younger woman. Victoria’s head is lying on her arm, dark hair splayed out on the pillow. Cassie wants to tuck the messy strands of her hair behind her ear, but somewhere deep in the pit of her stomach, something bubbles, and it scares her to touch Victoria, afraid to wake her up - to ruin her.
Cassie might ruin her. Maybe she already did. That’s what she does after all, right? She ruins everything she touches - her marriage, her family, her life. She could ruin Victoria, too.
And fuck, that scares Cassie more than it should.
Victoria. Beautiful, sweet, young Victoria. Victoria, who is so much younger than her. Brilliant, amazing Victoria with limitless potential ahead of her.
Cassie touches Victoria’s face anyway. Gentle and loving like she’s a fragile porcelain doll. Softly stroking her thumb against Victoria’s cheek, then her hand slides on her shoulder and arms. She sees the small bruise forming on Victoria’s chest, just a few centimeters below the collarbone. Cassie feels guilty for doing that. She should have been more careful, should have stopped, should have -
Cassie nods, pulling her hand away from Victoria’s skin and awkwardly holding on to the sheets. “Did you sleep well?”
”Better than I have in a long time,” Victoria answers with a smile, but it falls as soon as she senses Cassie’s reluctance to touch her again. “Did I do something wrong?”
God, Cassie wants to punish herself for causing that look on Victoria’s face. She wants to kiss her, make it all go away. Erase the worry, fear, and guilt -
Guilt. Guilt. Guilt.
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Cassie says truthfully.
”Then what is it?”
It’s me. I’m rotten. I shouldn’t have -
“Cassie,” Victoria strokes her cheek, and Cassie has never felt like she’s been touched so gently before. Victoria’s touch feels heavenly that Cassie might start believing in god again because there is no way she deserves to be touched by an angel.
Cassie leans into the touch, closing her eyes. Maybe if she didn’t see Victoria’s loving eyes, she would feel like she deserved her touch.
Victoria can be a lost cause in some social cues but she’s learned a lot from Cassie. She also learned how to read Cassie. Victoria knows what this is, what she feels even without telling her. So, Victoria leans forward, kissing the tip of her nose. Then her cheek. Then her lips. She stays a few seconds longer, lingering on Cassie’s lips.
If Victoria could kiss the guilt and fear away, she would do so. Or she will die trying.
“Did I ruin you?” Cassie asks, lips a few millimeters away from Victoria’s. She can practically feel her breath against her lips.
”Why would you ever ruin me?”
”I shouldn’t have touched you.”
”I kissed you first,” Victoria reminds her.
”I should have walked away,” Cassie tells her. “I should have - it’s wrong. I don’t want to ruin you, Victoria.”
”You didn’t ruin me, Cassie. You didn’t ruin anything.”
Then why did Cassie feel like she deserved punishment for this? For wanting this?
Maybe Cassie should have gone on that date with that patient instead. Got laid, quick and easy, never see him again after. That’s what she should have done. Not this. Not corrupting a 20-year-old, not feeling a thousand things all at once for a med student -
“Cassie,” Victoria calls, cradling her face. “Please look at me.”
Cassie’s blue eyes meet Victoria’s brown ones.
”What’s going on, Cass?”
Cass. God, she really doesn’t deserve Victoria’s gentleness with her.
”I don’t deserve you,” Cassie tells her. “I never will.”
But damn it, I want to.
”Cassie, you don’t have to deserve me.”
For the first time that morning, the creases of worry on Cassie’s forehead vanished. “I don’t?”
Victoria nods. “Just love me.”
That’s easy, Cassie thinks. Victoria Javadi is easy to love.
(Eileen Shamsi can fuck off.)
”I already do.” Cassie wraps her arms around Victoria, pulling her closer to her.
Cassie is warm and inviting. Victoria never wants to leave and easily makes Cassie’s arms her home.
mcvadi who wants to get together so bad but cassie refuses to let herself stoop to chad’s level and date a girl half her age.
and logically, cassie knows she’s nothing like chad. she knows her dislike for his relationship with chloe isn’t solely because of the age gap (although that is apart of it), but more so because chad is just a sleazy douchebag who flirts with any pretty thing that moves.
and she knows harrison isn’t chloe’s biggest fan. whereas she knows he adores victoria. always asking when she’s gonna come over again, face timing her to hop on roblox with him. it’s really sweet. deep down, she knows harrison wouldn’t mind cassie and vic getting together.
but she knows it’s still wrong. the way victoria looks at cassie with her big, sweet bambi eyes. the way the younger girl lights up whenever cassie enters the room. she’s just so young. and cassie knows vic can make her own decisions, she’s well aware of how smart the other girl is. but what if she’s making the wrong decision?
because getting involved with cassie would most definitely be the wrong decision, she’s sure of it.
so cassie will watch from a distant, yearning over what could have been. and maybe she’ll get a bit avoidant with victoria. maybe she’ll start getting snappy. hell, maybe she’ll leave the day shift for good. it’ll be better for victoria.
even if victoria is noticeably sadder without cassie around.
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fighting my way up to your tongue (so i can die up on it)--in which cassie is struggling on the verge of collapse, being stalked-slash-"guarded" by 200-year-old vampire victoria. follows cassie from when she was 18/victoria from her turning in the 1800s, both leading up to the events of the canon timeline!!
ive been obsessed with the idea for writing this since i read bury our bones in the midnight soil by ve schwab, soooooo i hope someone is as into this concept as i am! okay byeeeee
